_Fran_. I, so much the worse, I tell you; for mark me, you have been Lovers lately; and old Stories may arise that are not yet forgotten; and having under the Cloke of a Husband both Sisters at command, one for a Wife, t’other for a Mistress, hoyte toyte, there will be mad work, i’faith; What a mixture of Brother by the Father’s side, and Uncle by the Mother’s side there will be; Aunt by the Mother’s side, and Sister by the Father’s side; a man may find as good kindred amongst a kennel of Beagles.--No, no, no Visits to the Governor, I beseech you, fair Madam. _Bal_. So, you are at your Jealousy again. _Fran_. Come, come, I love plain dealing; besides, when she named the Governor, Flesh and Blood could not contain. _Jul_. I spoke in reference to his Quality. _Fran_. A Pox of your Civility; I tell you, I scorn my Wife should be civil. Why, what a Coil’s here about a Governor! I’ll stand to’t, a Man had better have a Mule to his Wife than a Woman, and ‘twere easier govern’d. _Bal_. But hear reason, Son. _Fran_. What, from a Woman and a Wife? Lord, Lord, where are your Wits, good Father-in-Law? Why, what a Devil, shall I be made ridiculous, a Coxcomb, Cuckold, to shew my Wife? No, no, there’s no Necessity of your Civility, Mistress; leave that to me who understand the due Punctilios of it. _Bal_. Harkye, Son, Harkye! _Fran_. Father mine, every Man to his business, I say, therefore say no more of this; for I’ll give my Mother’s Son to the Devil, when any Wife of mine ever makes a Visit to the Governor; and there’s an end on’t. Was ever so horrid a Plot contriv’d against her own lawful Husband? Visit the Governor with a Pox! _Bal_. ‘Tis an Honour due to all Men of his Rank. _Fran_. I care not for that, my opinion is, my Wife’s my Slave, and let him keep his Rank to himself. _Enter_ Guzman. [Fran. _gets his Wife behind him, and fences her with his Cloke_. _Guz_. He’s here, and with his Wife; how shall I do to deliver my Letter to her;--Sir, by the order of my Master, Don _Carlos_, the Governour, I am commanded to come hither to the end that, going from hence, and returning to my Master, I may be able to inform him-- _Fran_. That I am in health,--very well, I was afraid he wou’d have been harping upon my Wife in the first place--the Devil take her, she looks for’t. [_Makes signs to have her gone_. _Guz_. Farther, Sir, he kisses your hand, with a more than ordinary friendship. _Fran_. A Pox of his Compliments.-- [_Aside_. _Guz_. But he charg’d me, Sir, most passionately to present his Service to your Lady. _Fran_. Yes, yes; I thought as much. _Guz_.--In a more particular manner. _Fran_. Friend, my Wife, or Lady, has no need of his Service in a more particular manner, and so you may return it. _Jac_. Indeed, but she has great need of his service in a very particular manner.