_Guz_. Sir, I meant no hurt, but ‘tis always the fashion of your true bred Courtier, to be more ceremonious in his Civilities to Ladies than Men;--and he desires to know how she does. _Fran_. How strong this _Carlos_ smells of the Devil--Friend, tell your Master she’s very well, but since she was married, she has forgot her gentile Civility and good Manners, and never returns any Compliments to Men. _Guz_.--How shall I get it to her?--Sir, the Governor hopes he shall have the honour of entertaining you both at his House. He’s impatient of your coming, and waits at home on purpose. _Fran_. Friend, let your Master know we are here in very good quarters already, and he does us both too much honour; and that if we have notice of the Wedding-day, and I have nothing else to do, we’ll certainly wait on him, and the next morning we intend to take our leaves, which I send him word of beforehand to prevent surprize. _Guz_. But, Sir-- [_Approaching him, he puts his Wife farther_. _Fran_. Go, Sir, and deliver your Message. _Guz_. But I have order, Sir-- _Fran_. There’s no such thing in this World. _Guz_. I’m resolv’d to teaze him, if I can do nothing else, in revenge;--But, Sir, he most earnestly desires to entertain your fair Lady in his own house. _Fran_. Yes, yes; I know he does; but I’ll give him to the Devil first.--Troth, Sir, this _Cadiz_ Air does not agree with my fair Lady, she has ventured out but once, and has got an Ague already. _Guz_. Agues, Sir, are kind Diseases, they allow of Truces and Cessations. _Fran_. No, no; she has no Cessation, Friend, her Ague takes her night and day, it shakes her most unmercifully, and it shall shake her till the Wedding-day. _Guz_. Were this Fellow to be tried by a Jury of Women, I would not be in his Coat to lie with his Lady.--What shall I do to deliver this Letter?--Well, Sir, since I see you are so averse to what the Governor desires, I’ll return--but, Sir, I must tell you as a Friend, a Secret; that to a man of your temper may concern you;--Sir,--he’s resolv’d when he comes next to visit his Mistress, to make another visit to your Apartment, to your Lady too. [_Goes to whisper him, and gives Julia the Letter over his Shoulder_. _Fran_. Is he so, pray tell him he need not take that pains; there’s no occasion for’t; besides ‘twill be but in vain; for the Doctors have prescribed her Silence and Loneliness, ‘tis good against the Fit; how this damn’d Fellow of a Rival torments me! honest Friend, adieu. _Guz_. Now is this Fellow so afraid of being made a Cuckold that he fears his own Shadow, and dares not go into his Wife’s Chamber if the Sun do but shine into the room-- [_Ex_. Guz. _Fran_. So, your Mercury’s gone; Lord, how simply you look now, as if you knew nothing of the matter! _Jul_. Matter! what matter? I heard the civil Message the Governor sent, and the uncivil Answer you return’d back.