_Fran_. Peace, I say, thou Imp of Lucifer; wou’d thou hadst thy Bellyful, that I might be fairly rid of thee--go get you up to your Chamber, and, d’ye hear, stir not from thence, on pain of our severe displeasure, for I am sent for in all haste, to Signior Don _Sebastian’s_, ‘tis but hard by, I shall soon return;--what, are you here? _Enter_ Isabella. I have a high commendation of your fine Behaviour, Gentlewoman, to _Antonio_; his Father has sent for me, and I shall know all anon, this shall but hasten your Wedding, Huswise, I tell you that, and so farewel to you-- [_Ex_. Isabella _crying_. _Cla_. Say you so, then ‘tis time for me to look about me. _Jul_. But will you go out so late, Love? indeed some hurt will come to thee. _Fran_. No, look ye, I go arm’d. [_Shews his Girdle round with Pistols_. Go, get you to your Chambers. [_He goes out, they go in_. SCENE II. _Changes to the Street_. _Enter_ Carlos, Antonio. _Car_. I wonder where this Man of mine should be, whom I sent this Evening with my Letter to _Julia_. What art thou? _Enter_ Guzman, _runs against_ Carlos. _Guz_. My Lord, ‘tis I, your trusty Trojan, _Guzman_.--what makes you here, Sir, so near the Door of your Mistress? _Car_. To wait my Doom; what Tidings hast thou, _Guzman_? _Guz_. Why, Sir, I went as you directed me, to Don _Baltazer’s_. _Car_. And didst thou deliver it? _Guz_. And the first thing I met with was old _Francisco_. _Car_. So. _Guz_. To whom I civilly addrest my self--told him, you presented your Service to him,--sent to know how his Lady and he did. Which word Lady I no sooner named, but I thought he would have saluted me with a Cudgel,--in fine, observing her behind him, whom he shelter’d all he could with his Cloke, I taking an occasion to whisper him, gave it her over his shoulder, whilst she return’d some Smiles and Looks of Joy,--but for an answer, ‘twas impossible to get the least sign of one. _Car_. No matter, that joy was evident she wisht me one, and by the first opportunity my diligent waiting will be recompensed; but where hast thou been all this while? _Guz_. Finding out the Chimney-sweeper you spoke of, Sir, and whom you ordered me to bring this Evening. _Car_. And hast thou found him? _Guz_. He’s here, at the corner of the Street, I’ll call him. [Ex. Guz. _Car_. I have, _Antonio_, besides your particular Revenge, one of my own to act by this deceit, since all my Industry to see the charming _Julia_ has hitherto been vain, I have resolv’d upon a new project, if this False Count pass upon ‘em, as I doubt not but he will, and that he gets admittance into the House, I’ll pass for one of his Domesticks. _Enter_ Guzman _and_ Guiliom. Page _holding his lanthorn to his face_. _Guz_. Here’s the Fellow, Sir. _Ant_. Fellow! he may be the Devil’s Fellow by his countenance.