_Fran_. So the Plot’s at last discover’d,--he was a Cavalier of his Parole. _Jul_. Who speak you of? _Fran_. Only the Governor, the fine young Governor, I deliver’d him the message, told him my mind and the like. _Jul_. So kind to visit us, and have you sent him away already? _Fran_. Ah, Witch; already! why, have I any lodging for him? _Jul_. But I am glad you brought him not in, I being so unready. _Fran_. But you are always ready for him, my dear victorious Man-slayer. _Jul_. What means he, sure he has a Gad-bee in his Brain. _Fran_. Satan’s she Advocate--peace, I say;--so, you look as innocently now, as a little Devil of two years old, I’ll warrant;--come, come, look me full in the face--thus,--turn your nose just to mine--so--now tell me whose damnable Plot this was, to send your Gallant with his Eloquence, Querks and Conundrums, to tutor me into better manners? _Jul_. Send him! I’ll answer no such idle questions. _Fran_. He has taken a world of pains about your particular Chapter, and no doubt but he preach’d according to instructions;--what say you for your self, that Judgment may not pass? _Jul_. I say you’re an old jealous Fool; have I seen Don _Carlos_, or heard from Don _Carlos_, or sent to Don _Carlos_? here’s a-do indeed. _Fran_. What made you at the door against my positive commands,--the very Street-door,--in the night,--alone,--and undrest,--this is a matter of Fact, Gentlewoman; you hastened me away,--a plain case,--and presently, after Don _Carlos_ comes to the door,--positive proof,--sees me and falls right down upon my Jealousy,--clear conviction,--’twas pity but I had follow’d his counsel, yes, when the Devil turns student in Divinity;--but no matter, I’ll see your back fairly turn’d upon this Town to morrow; I’ll marry my Daughter in the morning to _Antonio_, and a fair wind or not, we’ll home; the Gally lies ready in the Harbour-- therefore prepare, pack up your tools, for you are no woman of this world. _Ant_. How! marry me to morrow to his daughter;--and carry his Wife from my Friend; this misfortune must be prevented. [_Aside peeping_. _Fran_. And so, Mistress, come your ways to your Chamber. _Jul_. And study how to prevent this cruel separation. [_Aside, goes out with him and_ Jacinta. _Cla_. Ah, _Antonio_, I find by that sad look of yours, you have over-heard our hasty Doom. _Ant_. I have, and am a little surpriz’d at the suddenness of it; and I my self am the unlucky occasion of it,--to break it off, I told my Father how scurvily _Isabella_ treated me,--he thereupon sends for old _Francisco_, tells him of my complaint, and instead of disengaging my self, I find my self more undone. _Cla_. What shall we do? I’m sure thou wilt not marry her, thou canst not do’t and hope to go to Heaven.