_Jac_. O’ my Conscience, Heav’n wou’d forgive it; for this match of yours, with old _Francisco_, was never made there. _Jul_. Then if I wou’d, alas, what opportunities have I, for I confess since his first Vows made him mine-- _Jac_. Right--that lying with old _Francisco_ is flat Adultery. _Jul_. I might, with some excuse, give my self away to _Carlos_--But oh, he’s false, he takes unjustly all the Vows he paid me, and gives ‘em to my Sister _Clara_ now. _Jac_. Indeed that’s something uncivil, Madam, if it be true. _Jul_. True! my Father has with joy consented to it, and he has leave to visit her; and can I live to see’t? No, Mischief will ensue, my Love’s too high, too nicely true to brook Affronts like that. _Jac_. Yet you first broke with him. _Jul_. Not I; be witness, Heav’n, with what reluctancy I forc’d my breaking heart; and can I see that charming Body in my Sister’s Arms! that Mouth that has so oft sworn Love to me kist by another’s Lips! no, _Jacinta_, that night that gives him to another Woman, shall see him dead between the Charmer’s Arms. My Life I hate, and when I live no more for _Carlos_, I’ll cease to be at all; it is resolv’d. _Jac_. Faith, Madam, I hope to live to see a more comical end of your Amours--but see where your amiable Spouse comes with Don _Baltazer_ your Father. _Enter_ Francisco _and_ Baltazer. _Fran_. So--you two are damnable close together, ‘tis for no goodness I’ll warrant, you have your trade betimes. _Jac_. Meaning me, Sir? _Fran_. Yes, you, one of my Wife’s evil Counsellors,--go, get you up both to your respective Chambers, go-- [_Ex. both_. _Bal_. Barring your Compliments, good Son, give me leave to speak. _Fran_. Shaw, I know as well as your self what you wou’d say now; you wou’d assure me I am sole Master of your House, and may command; that you are heartily glad to see me at _Cadiz_, and that you desire I wou’d resolve upon a Week’s stay, or so; that you’ll spare nothing for my entertainment: why, I know all this, and therefore pray take my word, good Father-in-Law, without any more ado. _Bal_. Well, Sir, pray answer me one question, what drew you to _Cadiz_? _Fran_. Why, I’ll tell you; in the first place, a Pox of all Lovers, I say; for my Daughter _Isabella_ is to be married, as you know, to _Antonio_, a young rich Merchant of this Town; in the second place, my Wife, with a Vengeance, must be gadding to visit you and her Sister, whom we heard also was to be married to the young Governor Don _Carlos_; ’.is shreudly against my will, Heav’n knows, for my Wits are in an uproar already about this business--your Gallants, Father, your young Gallants,--I wish my Wife were secure at home again. _Bal_. Pray, why so? _Fran_. Alas, I see the Trick, Sir, a mere Trick put upon a Man, a married Man, and a married Man to a handsome young Woman,--you apprehend me. _Bal_. Not I, Sir.