_Car_. And would you do it home and handsomly, and have a good occasion of being disengaged from her, and make her self the instrument? _Ant_. Ay, such a Plot were worth the Prosecution. _Car_. And such a one I have in my head: _Guzman_, my Servant, knows a fellow here in _Cadiz_, whom for his pleasant humour I have oft observ’d, as I have past the Streets, but too mean to be convers’d with, by almost any human thing, by Trade a Chimney-Sweeper. _Ant_. On, Sir, I beseech you. _Car_. This Fellow’s of a quick Wit and good Apprehension, though possibly he cannot act the Don so well, yet that which makes up the best part of our young Gallants now a-days, he shall not want; that is, good Clothes, Money, and an Equipage,--and a little Instruction will serve turn. _Ant_. I’m ravisht with the Fancy;--let me see--he shall be an _English_ Lord, or a _French_ Count. _Car_. Either, we’ll furnish him with Bills on Signior Don _Francisco_, --Men and Baggage, and the business is done--he shall make Love to her. _Ant_. Most excellent. _Car_. _Guzman_, have you not observ’d this Fellow I am speaking of. _Guz_. Observ’d him, Sir! I know him particularly, I’ll fetch him to you now, Sir; he always stands for new Imployment with the rest of his Gang under St. _Jago’s_ Church-wall. _Car_. Bring him anon to my Lodgings, where we’ll prepare him for the Adventure. _Ant_. And if the proud _Isabella_ bite not at so gay a bait, I’ll be bound to be married to her. _Car_. And if she do not, possibly that may be your Fate--but in return, you must let _Clara_ know the Design I have, and, undeceiving her opinion of my Love, make her of our Party. _Ant_. Trust my Friendship, Sir, and Management. I’ll to her instantly, that is, make a visit to _Isabella_, and get an opportunity to speak with _Clara_. _Car_. And I must write a Letter to _Julia_, to undeceive her Fears too, could I but get it to her. _Guz_. For that let me alone. [_Exeunt severally, bowing_. SCENE II. _A Chamber_. _Enter_ Julia _and_ Jacinta. _Jac_. Lord, Madam, you are as melancholy as a sick Parrot. _Jul_. And can you blame me, _Jacinta_? have I not many Reasons to be sad? first have I not lost the only Man on earth in Don _Carlos_, that I cou’d love? and worse than that, am married to a Thing, fit only for his Tomb; a Brute, who wanting sense to value me, treats me more like a Prisoner than a Wife?--and his Pretence is, because I should not see nor hear from Don _Carlos_. _Jac_. Wou’d I were in your room, Madam, I’d cut him out work enough, I’d warrant him; and if he durst impose on me, i’faith, I’d transform both his Shape and his Manners; in short, I’d try what Woman-hood cou’d do. And indeed, the Revenge wou’d be so pleasant, I wou’d not be without a jealous Husband for all the World; and really, Madam, Don _Carlos_ is so sweet a Gentleman. _Jul_. Ay, but the Sin, _Jacinta_!