_Car_. And prithee, dear _Jacinta_, let me have one word with _Julia_ more, she need not fear surprize; just at the door let me but kiss her hand. [_Going in_. _Jac_. I’ll see if I can bring her.-- _Enter_ Francisco. _Fran_. A proud ungracious Flirt,--a Lord with a Pox! here’s a fine business, i’faith, that she should be her own Carver,--well I’ll home, and thunder her together with a vengeance. _Car_. Who’s here? sure this is he indeed; I’ll step aside, lest my being seen give him an occasion of jealousy, and make him affront his Wife. [_Goes aside as_ Fran. _was going in_. _Enter_ Julia. _Fran_. Hum, what have we here, a Woman? _Jul_. Heavens! what, not gone yet, my Dear? _Fran_. So, so, ‘tis my confounded Wife, who expecting some body wou’d have me gone now. _Jul_. Are you not satisfied with all I’ve said, With all the Vows I’ve made, Which here anew, in sight of Heaven, I breathe? _Fran_. Yes, yes, you can promise fair, but hang him that trusts ye. _Jul_. Go, go, and pray be satisfyed with my eternal Love.-- _Fran_. How fain she’d have me gone now; ah, subtle Serpent! is not this plain demonstration,--I shall murder her, I find the Devil great with me. [_Aside still_. _Jul_.--What is’t thou pausest on? _Fran_. The wicked Dissimulation of villainous Woman. [_Aloud to her_. _Jul_. _Francisco!_ _Fran_. Oh thou Monster of Ingratitude, have I caught thee? You’d have me gone, wou’d ye? ay, to Heaven, I believe, like a wicked Woman as you are, so you were rid of me. Go,--and be satisfyed of my eternal love --ah, Gipsey,--no, Gentlewoman, I am a tuff bit, and will hold you tugging till your heart ake. _Jul_. Why, was there such hurt in desiring you to go that you might make haste back again,--Oh, my fears! _Fran_. That you might receive a Lover,--’tis plain--and my Indignation’s high. _Jul_. Heav’n knows I meant-- _Fran_. Only to cuckold me a little,--get you in,--where I will swear thee by Bell, Book and Candle,--get you in, I say,--go, go,--I’ll watch for your Lover, and tell him how unkind he was to stay so long, I will.-- [_Ex_. Julia, _he stands just in the door_, Carlos _advances_. _Car_. I hear no noise, sure ‘twas he,--and he’s gone in-- To reap those Joys he knows not how to value, And I must languish for; I’ll stay a little--perhaps _Jacinta_ may return again, for anything belonging to my _Julia_ is dear, even to my Soul. [_Goes just to the door_, Fran. _bolts out on him_. _Fran_. Who’s there?--what wou’d you have?--who wou’d you speak to?--who do you come from?--and what’s your business? _Car_. Hah, ‘tis the Sot himself;--my name is _Carlos_. _Fran_. _Carlos_! what Father of _Belzebub_ sent him hither?--a plain case;--I’ll murder her out of hand. _Car_.--And I wou’d speak to any body, Friend, that belongs to the fair _Clara_,--if you are any of this house.