_Ant_. No, I have one prevention left, and if that fail, I’ll utterly refuse to marry her, a thing so vainly proud; no Laws of Nature or Religion, sure, can bind me to say yes; and for my Fortune, ‘tis my own, no Father can command it. _Cla_. I know thou wilt be true, and I’ll not doubt it. _Enter_ Jacinta. _Jac_. Ah! Madam, the saddest news-- _Cla_. Hah! what? _Jac_. Poor Gentleman, I pity you of all things in the World,--you must be forc’d--how can I utter it,--to the most lamentable torment that ever Lover endur’d--to remain all night in your Mistress’s Chamber. _Ant_. Alas, how shall I endure so great an Affliction? _Cla_. And I. _Jac_. Ha, ha, ha, how I am griev’d to think on it; ha, ha, ha, that you shou’d both be so hardly put to it; ha, ha, ha, for the old Gentleman has lock’d all the doors, and took the keys to bed to him,--go, get you in,--ha, ha, ha.-- _Ant_. Oh, my dear _Clara_, this is a blessing I could not hope. _Cla_. _So large a Freedom shall my Virtue prove, I’ll trust my Honour with_ Antonio’s _Love_. [_They go in_. [_Ex_. Jacinta _laughing_. ACT III. SCENE I. _Don_ Carlos’ _house_. _Enter Don_ Carlos _in his Night-gown_, Antonio, _and_ Guzman _with Clothes_. _Car_. All night with _Clara_ say’st thou? that was lucky; But was she kind, my friend? _Ant_. As I desir’d, or Honour wou’d permit her; Nor wou’d I press her farther. _Car_. A very moderate Lover. _Ant_. For some part of my Virtue, Sir, I owe to you; in midst of all my Love, even in the kindest moments of Delight, my Joys were broken by concern for you.--_Julia_ this day, or very suddenly, leaves _Cadiz_. _Car_. By Heaven, and so will _Carlos_ then; for I’m so resolutely bent to possess that dear Creature, That I will do’t with hazard of my Life, Expence of Fortune, or what’s dear to me. _Guz_. And how wou’d you reward that politick head, that shou’d contrive the means to bring this handsomly about; not for an a hour, or a night, but even as long as you please, with freedom; without the danger of venturing your honourable neck, in showing Feats of Activity three stories high, with a Dagger in one hand, and a Pistol in t’other, like a Ropedancer? _Car_. But how? Thou talkest of Impossibilities. _Ant_. Dost think she’ll e’er consent to quit her Husband? _Guz_. No, Heaven forbid, I am too good a Christian to part Man and Wife; but being naturally inclined to works of Charity, I will with one project I have in this noddle of mine,--make old _Francisco_ a Cuckold, accommodate my Lord and _Julia_, serve you, Sir,--and give our selves a good Scene of Mirth. _Car_. Thou amazest me. _Guz_. If I do’t not, send me to the Galleys; nay, and so far cure the Jealousy of the old Fellow, that from a rigid suspicious troublesom Fool, he shall become so tame and gentle a Husband,--that he shall desire you to favour him so much as to lie with his dear Wife.