Alon. But, Sir, do you consider what an impatient thing a young Lover is? Or is it so long since you were one your self, you have forgot it? ’Tis well he wanted Words. [Enter _Euphemia_ and _Lovis_.] But yonder’s _Euphemia_, whose Beauty is sufficient to excuse every Defect in the whole Family, tho each were a mortal sin; and now ’tis impossible to guard my self longer from those fair Eyes. [Aside. Car. I must not urge him to speak much before _Euphemia_, lest she discover he wants Wit by his much Tongue: [Aside. There’s my Daughter, Sir, go and salute her. Alon. Oh, I thank you for that, Sir. [He stands ridiculously looking on her. Car. You must be bold, Sir. Alon. Well, Sir, since you command me— [Goes rudely to kiss her. 266 Car. I did not mean kissing by saluting. Alon. I cry you Mercy, Sir, so I understood you. Car. Fie upon’t, that he should be no more a Master of Civility. Lov. I fear, Sir, my Sister will never like this Humour in her Lover; he wants common Conversation. Car. Conversation—ye foolish Boy, he has Money, and needs none of your Conversation. And yet if I thought he were valiant— [This while _Alonzo_ and _Euphemia_ make signs of Love with their Eyes. Lov. I hope, Sir, he does not boast of more of that than he really has. Car. That Fault I my self have been guilty of, and can excuse; but the thing it self I shall never endure: you know I was forc’d to send you abroad, because I thought you addicted to that. I shall never sleep in quiet—Valiant! that’s such a thing, to be Rich, or Wise and Valiant. [Goes to _Euphemia_. Lov. Colonel, pray to the business, for I fear you will betray your self. Car. But look upon his Wealth, _Euphemia_, and you will find those Advantages there which are wanting in his Person; but I think the Man’s well. Euph. I must not seem to yield too soon. [Aside. Sir, there be many Spaniards born that are as rich as he, and have Wit too. Car. She was ever very averse to this Marriage. [Aside. This Man is half a _Spaniard_, his Mother was one, and my first Mistress, and she I can tell you, was a great Fortune— Euph. I, Sir, but he is such a Fool— Car. You are a worse, to find fault with that in a Husband. Alon. Stand aside, Sir, are you to court your Daughter or I? Car. I was inclining her— Alon. You inclining her! an old Man wants Rhetorick; set me to her. [Goes to _Euphemia_. 267 Car. This capricious Humour was tolerable in him, Whilst I believ’d it the Effects of Folly, but now ’tis that of Valour: Oh, I tremble at the Sight of him. [Retires. Euph. Now, I see you are a Cavalier of your Word. Alon. Faith, _Euphemia_, you might have believ’d, and taken me upon better Terms, if you had so pleas’d: To marry you is but an ill-favour’d Proof to give you of my Passion. Euph. Do you repent it?