_Car_. A Pox upon’t, I went the wrong way to work, and courted the
Daughter; but indeed my Father, the late Governour of _Cadiz_, whose
Estate and Honour I now enjoy, was then living; and, fearing he would
not consent to my Passion, I endeavoured to keep it secret, though
sacred Vows had past between us two.
_Ant_. Did she not tell you of this Marriage with old _Francisco_?
_Car_. The night before, she did; but only by a Letter from her Window
dropt; which when by the help of a dark Lanthorn, I had read, I was
struck dead with Grief.
[_Gives him the Letter_.
_Ant_. [reads.]
_Expect to morrow night to hear I’m dead, since the next
Sun will guide me to a fatal Marriage with old_ Francisco.
_Your_ Julia.
_Car_. Judge, dear _Antonio_, my Surprize and Grief;
A-while I stood unmov’d, thoughtless, and silent,
But soon Rage wak’d me to new Life again;
But what I said and did, I leave to raging Lovers,
Like disappointed me, to guess and judge;
She heard--and only answer’d me in Tears,
Nor could I beg one tender Word from her,
She sigh’d, and shut the Window too, and vanish’d.
_Ant_. And she accordingly next day was married.
_Car_. She was--and I have since endeavoured all the Arts and Ways I can
to cuckold him; ‘tis now two months since the Wedding, and I hear he
keeps her as close as a Relict, jealous as Age and Impotence can make
him. She hitherto has been absent at _Sevil_, but Expectation of her
Daughter-in-law’s Wedding with you has brought ‘em hither,--and, I ask
your Pardon, _Antonio_, for raillying your Father-in-law that shall be,
old _Francisco_.
_Ant_. I hope you are mistaken, Sir.
_Car_. How, are you not to marry his Daughter, _Isabella_?
_Ant_. Not if I can help it, Sir,--the Honour you have done me in your
Friendship to me, a Person so much above me in Title and Birth, makes me
think it my Duty to conceal no part of my Heart to you,--Know then this
_Isabella_, Daughter to old _Francisco_, and your Cuckold that shall be
I hope, is, though fair, most ridiculously proud, vain and fantastical;
as all of her Birth and Education, grown rich, are.
_Car_. Prithee, what was her Birth?
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