_Ant_. Why, her Father, old _Francisco_, was in his youth an English Cordwainer, that is to say, a Shoemaker, which he improv’d in time to a Merchant; and the Devil and his Knavery helping him to a considerable Estate, he set up for Gentleman; and being naturally a stingey, hide-bound Rascal, and in the Humour of Jealousy even out-doing the most rigid of us _Spaniards_, he came over into _Spain_, to settle with his whole Family, where his Wife dying, to heighten the Vice, marries this young _Julia_, your Mistress, Sir;--and now this Daughter of his having wholly forgot her original Dunghill, sets up for a Viscountess at least, though her Father has design’d me the Blessing; but I have fixt my Heart and Eyes else-where, _Clara_, the young Sister of your Mistress, Sir, commands my Liberty. _Car_. I’ve seen her, she has Youth and Beauty capable to make a Conquest any where,--but does she know your Love? _Ant_. She does, and makes me think my Love return’d. _Car_. Then know, _Antonio_, I must be your Rival. _Ant_. How, Sir! _Car_. You said but now you were my Friend, _Antonio_; If true, you must assist in my design. _Ant_. I listen, Sir, impatiently. _Car_. Then thus; before I knew she was your Mistress, I had resolv’d upon Addresses to her, in order to’t, have treated with her Father about a Marriage. _Ant_. How! and wou’d the false, forsworn, receive your Vows? _Car_. No; but with Tears implores her Father daily, whene’er he speaks to her about my Passion; nor can I undeceive her, for indeed I have but feign’d a Love, (she living in the same house with _Julia_ whilst here at _Cadiz_) to get an opportunity with that dear, charming Creature; for, coming as a Brother, sure they’ll admit me kindly; nor will _Francisco_, who has heard of what has past ‘twixt me and _Julia_, suspect me any more. _Ant_. I knew I had a Rival, Sir, whom _Clara_ lov’d not; but ne’er cou’d get it from her who he was, for fear of mischief: I have often the Liberty to see her, under the name and pretence of _Isabella’s_ Lover. _Car_. And I visit her only to get a sight of _Julia_, which hitherto has been impossible, though I have oft endeavour’d it. I beg you’ll not be jealous; for this, by Heav’n, is only my Design. _Ant_. I’ll trust my Life, my Honour and my Mistress in so good hands at any time. _Car_. You oblige me; but though I find your _Clara_ cold and cruel, _Isabella_ would invite me to her Love, and makes so many kind advances to me-- _Ant_. So would she for your Title, were you deform’d, and had no shape of Man about you; but me, because a little Citizen and Merchant, she so reviles, calling me base Mechanick, saucy Fellow; and wonders where I got the Impudence to speak of Love to her--in fine, I am resolved to be reveng’d on all her Pride and Scorn; by Heav’n, I will invent some dire Revenge:--I’m bent upon’t, and will about it instantly.