Car. How! I hope not the great fighting Colonel whom my Son serv’d as a Voluntier in _Flanders_. Alon. Even he, Sir. Car. Worse and worse, I shall grow mad, to think that in spite of all my Care, _Euphemia_ should marry with so notorious a Man of War. Hau. How! is this _Alonzo_, and am I cozen’d? pray tell me truly, are you not me indeed? Alon. All over, Sir, only the inside a little less Fool. Hau. So here’s fine juggling—are not you a rare Lady, hah? [To _Euphemia_; crys. Euph. I assure you, Sir, if this Man had not past for you, I had never had him. Hau. Had him! Oh, you are a flattering thing, I durst ha’ sworn you could no more ha’ been without me, than a Barber’s Shop without a Fiddle, so I did: Oh, what a 326 damnable Voyage have I back again without a Wife too— [Crys again. Lov. If that be all, we’ll get you one before you go; that shall be my care. Hau. A Pox of your care: well, I will get my self most soundly drunk to Night, to be reveng’d of these two damnable Dons. Come, _Gload_, let us about something in order to’t. [Exit with _Gload_. Euph. Pray, Sir, be persuaded, he’s worth your owning. Car. Tell not me of owning; what Fortune has he? Lov. His Horse and Arms, the Favour of his Prince, and his Pay. Car. His Horse and Arms I wholly dislike, as Implements of War; and that same Princely Favour, as you call it, will buy no Lands; and his Pay he shall have when he can get it. Lov. But, Sir, his coming to _Madrid_ was to take possession of a Place the Prince has promis’d him. Car. Has promis’d him? what! I shall marry my Daughter to the Promises of e’er a Prince in _Christendom_, shall I? No, no; Promises, quoth ye? Alon. Well, Sir, will this satisfy you? [Gives him a Parchment. Euph. If it should not, let us consider what next to do. Alon. No consideration, _Euphemia_; not so much as that we are married, lest it lessen our Joys. Car. Twelve thousand Crowns a Year!—Sir, I cry you mercy, and wish you joy with my Daughter. Lov. So his Courage will down with him now. Alon. To satisfy you farther, Sir, read this. [Gives him another Paper. And now, _Euphemia_, prepare your self to receive some gallant Friends of mine, whom you must be acquainted with, and who design to make a merry Night on’t. Euph. A whole Night, _Alonzo?_ Alon. By no means, _Euphemia_, for the first too, which 327 if the thoughts of its being part of my Duty do not hinder, will be a pleasant enough to me. Car. So considerable an Office at Court too!—Let me imbrace you, Sir; and tell you how happy I am in so brave Son-in-law. Alon. With that assurance, Sir, I’ll take a more than ordinary freedom with you, and teach _Euphemia_ a franker way of living, than what a native _Spaniard_ would have allow’d her. Car. She shall be what sort of Wife you’ll have her. Enter Servant, after a noise of Musick. Alon. What Musick’s that? Serv. It waits upon some Ladies and Gentlemen who ask for you, Sir.