_Guz_. Coming to give you the good morrow, Sir; And shew you how well he looks the Part. _Car_. Good day to your Lordship-- [_Bowing_. _Guil_. Morrow, morrow, Friend. _Ant_. My Lord, your most humble Servant. _Guil_. Thank you, Friend, thank you; Page, Boy--what’s a-Clock, Sirrah? _Page_. About Eight, my Lord. _Ant_. Your Lordship’s early up. _Guil_. My Stomach was up before me, Friend; and I’m damnably hungry; ’.is strange how a man’s Appetite increases with his Greatness; I’ll swinge it away now I’m a Lord,--then I will wench without Mercy; I’m resolv’d to spare neither Man, Woman, nor Child, not I; hey, Rogues, Rascals, Boys, my Breakfast, quickly, Dogs--let me see, what shall I have now that’s rare? _Page_. What will your Honour please to have? _Guil_. A small rasher of delicate Bacon, Sirrah--of about a Pound, or two, with a small Morsel of Bread--round the Loaf, d’ye hear, quickly, Slaves. _Ant_. That’s gross meat, Sir, a pair of Quails--or-- _Guil_. I thank you for that, i’faith, take your Don again, an you please, I’ll not be starv’d for ne’er a Don in Christendom. _Ant_. But you must study to refine your Manners a little. _Guil_. Manners! you shall pardon me for that; as if a Lord had not more privilege to be more saucy, more rude, impertinent, slovenly and foolish than the rest of his Neighbours, or Mankind. _Car_. Ay, ay, ‘tis great. _Guil_. Your saucy Rudeness, in a Grandee, is Freedom; your Impertinence, Wit; your Sloven, careless; and your Fool, good natur’d; as least they shall pass so in me, I’ll warrant ye. _Car_. Well, you have your full Instructions; your Baggage, Bills and Letters, from _Octavio_ the _Sevilian_ Merchant. _Guz_. All, all, Sir, are ready, and his Lordship’s breakfast waits. _Car_. Which ended, we advance, Just when _Aurora_ rose from _Thetis’. Bed, Where he had wantoned a short Summer’s night, Harness’d his bright hoov’d Horses to begin His gilded course above the Firmament, Out sallied Don _Gulielmo Rodorigo de Chimney Sweperio_, and so forth. Gad, this adventure of ours will be worthy to be sung in Heroick Rhime Doggerel, before we have finisht it; Come-- [_Goes out_. _Guil_. Hey, Rogues, Rascals, Boys, follow me just behind. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II. Francisco’s _house_. _Enter_ Clara _and_ Jacinta. _Jac_. Nay, I knew he would be civil, Madam, or I would have borne you Company; but neither my Mistress nor I, cou’d sleep one wink all Night, for fear of a Discovery in the Morning; and to save the poor Gentleman a tumbling Cast from the Window, my Mistress, just at day-break, feigned her self wondrous sick,--I was called, desired to go to Signior _Spadilio’s_ the Apothecary’s, at the next Door, for a Cordial; and so he slipt out;--but the Story of this false Count pleases me extremely, and, if it should take, Lord, what mirth we shall have. Ha, ha, ha, I can’t forbear with the thoughts on’t.