_Jul_. Those that conducted old _Francisco_ out, And will too soon return him back again; I dare not stay to hear thy love or chiding, Both which have power to charm, since both proceed From a kind heart, that’s mine. _Car_. Oh, take not this dear Body from my Arms, For if you do, my Soul will follow it. _Jul_. What would’st thou have me do? _Car_. Be wondrous kind, be lavish of thy Heart, Be generous in thy Love, and give me all. _Jul_. Oh Heavens! what mean you? I shall die with fear. _Car_. Fear! let coward Lovers fear, who love by halves, We that intirely love are bold in Passion, Like Soldiers fir’d with glory dread no Danger. _Jul_. But should we be unthrifty in our Loves, And for one Moment’s joy give all away, And be hereafter damn’d to pine at distance? _Car_. Mistaken Miser, Love like Money put Into good hands increases every day, Still as you trust me, still the Sum amounts: Put me not off with promise of to morrow, To morrow will take care for new delights, Why shou’d that rob us of a present one? _Jul_. Ah, _Carlos_! How fondly do I listen to thy words, And fain would chide, and fain wou’d boast my Virtue, But mightier Love laughs at those poor delays; And I should doubtless give you all your _Julia_, Did not my fear prevent my kinder business; --And should _Francisco_ come and find me absent, Or take thee with me, we were lost, my _Carlos_. _Car_. When then, my _Julia_, shall we meet again? _Jul_. You _Spaniards_ are a jealous Nation, But in this _English Spaniard_ Old _Francisco_, That mad Passion’s doubled; wholly deprives him of his Sense, and turns his Nature Brute; wou’d he but trust me only with my Woman, I wou’d contrive some way to see my _Carlos_. _Car_. ‘Tis certain, _Julia_, that thou must be mine. _Jul_. Or I must die, my _Carlos_. [Ant. _listning advances_. _Ant_.--I’m sure ‘tis _Carlos’s_ voice, and with a Woman; And though he be my Rival but in Jest, I have a natural curiosity to see who ‘tis he entertains. _Jul_. Oh Heavens! Sir, here’s _Francisco_; step aside, Lest mischief shou’d befall you. [_Runs in_. _Car_. Now Love and wild Desire prompt me to kill this happy Rival,-- he’s old, and can’t be long in his Arrears to Nature.--What if I paid the debt? [_Draws halfway_. One single push wou’d do’t, and _Julia’s_ mine;--but, hang’t, Adultery is a less sin than Murder, and I will wait my Fortune.-- _Ant_. Where are you,--Don _Carlos_? _Car_. Who’s there, _Antonio_? I took thee for my Rival, and ten to one but I had done thy business. _Ant_. I heard ye talking and believ’d you safe, and came in hopes to get a little time to speak to _Clara_ in;--hah!--_Jacinta_-- _Jac_. Who’s there, _Antonio_? [_Peeping out of the door_. _Ant_. The same; may I not speak with _Clara_? _Jac_. Come in, she’s here.--