_Fran_. Only the Cuckold of the house, that’s all;--my name, Sir, is _Francisco_; but you, perhaps, are better acquainted with my Wife. _Car_. _Francisco_, let me embrace you, my noble Brother, and chide you, that you wou’d not visit me. [_Going to embrace him, he flies off_. _Fran_. And bring my Wife along with me. _Car_. Both had been welcome--and all I have, you shou’d command. _Fran_. For my Wife’s sake--what if I shou’d pistol him now;--and I am damnably provok’d to’t, had I but Courage to shoot off one. [_Aside_. _Car_. Methinks you make not so kind returns as my Friendship to you, and the Alliance shall be between us, deserves. _Fran_. I am something ill-bred, I confess, Sir;--’tis dark, and if I shou’d do’t no body wou’d know ‘twas I. [_Aside_. _Car_. I fear there’s some Misunderstanding between us, pray let us go in a while, I’ll talk you from your error. [_Offers to go, he gets between him and the door_. _Fran_. Between us, Sir! oh Lord, not in the least, Sir, I love and honour you so heartily--I’d be content to give you to the Devil, but the noise of the Pistol wou’d discover the business. [_Aside_. _Car_. Come, let’s in, and talk a while. _Fran_. I’m sorry I cannot do’t, Sir, we are something incommoded being not at our own house. _Car_. Brother, I am afraid you are a little inclined to be jealous, that will destroy all Friendship.-- _Fran_. So, how finely the Devil begins to insinuate! _Car_. That makes a Hell of the Heav’n of Love, and those very Pains you fear, are less tormenting than that Fear; what say you, Brother, is’t not so with you? _Fran_. I find you wou’d have me turn a Husband of the Mode, a fine convenient Tool, one of the modern Humour, a civil Person, that understands Reason, or so; and I doubt not but you wou’d be as modish a Gallant. _Car_. Ha, ha, ha. _Fran_. What, do you laugh, Sir? _Car_. Who can chuse, to hear your Suspicions, your needless Fears. Come, come, trust your Wife’s Discretion, and Modesty--and I doubt not but you will find your self-- _Fran_. In the Road to Heaven, whither they say all Cuckolds go--I thank you for your advice; I perceive you wou’d willingly help me onwards of my Journey. _Car_. I’m glad I know you, Sir,--farewel to you-- [_Goes out_. _Fran_. No matter for that, so you know not my Wife--and so farewel to you, Sir, and, the Devil take all Cuckoldmakers. [_Exit_. SCENE III. _The inside of the House_. _Enter_ Clara, Julia, Antonio, Jacinta _running to ‘em_. _Jac_. He has seen Don _Carlos_, and they have been in great discourse together, I cou’d not hear one word, but you’ll have it at both ears anon, I’ll warrant you. Ha, he’s coming. _Enter_ Francisco. _Cla_. Heavens, he must not see you here. [_To_ Ant. _Jac_. Here, step into _Clara’s_ Bed-chamber. [_He goes in_.