_Isa_. How, a Lord! oh, heavens! _Jacinta_, my Fan, and set my Hair in order, oh, the Gods! I would not but see a Lord for all the World! how my Heart beats already--keep your Distance behind, _Jacinta_,--bless me, how I tremble--a little farther, _Jacinta_. _Fran_. Come, come, Huswife, you shall be married anon, and then let your Husband have the plague of you--but for my Gentlewoman,--Oh Lord --they’re here. _Enter_ Guiliom, Carlos, _and_ Pages, _&c_. _Gull_. How now, Fellow, where’s this old Don _Francisco_? _Fran_. I’m the Person, Sir. _Isa_. Heavens, what an Air he has! _Guil_. Art thou he? Old Lad, how dost thou do? Hah! _Fran_. I don’t know. _Guil_. Thou knowest me not it seems, old Fellow, hah! _Fran_. Know you--no, nor desire to do,--on what acquaintance, pray? _Guil_. By Instinct; such as you ought to know a Person of Quality, and pay your Civilities naturally; in _France_, where I have travel’d, so much good manners is used, your Citizen pulls off his hat, thus--to every Horse of Quality, and every Coach of Quality; and do you pay my proper Person no more respect, hah! _Isa_. What a Dishonour’s this to me, to have so dull a Father, that needs to be instructed in his Duty. _Guil_. But, Sir, to open the eyes of your understanding--here’s a Letter to you, from your Correspondent a Merchant of _Sevil_. [_Gives him a dirty Letter which he wipes on his Cloke and reads, and begins to pull off his hat, and reading on bows lower and lower till he have finisht it_. _Fran_. Cry Mercy, my Lord,--and yet I wou’d he were a thousand Leagues off. _Guil_. I have Bills of Exchange too, directed to thee, old Fellow, at _Sevil_; but finding thee not there, and I (as most Persons of my Quality are) being something idle, and never out of my way, came to this Town, to seek thee, Fellow--being recommended as thou seest here, old Vermin--here-- [_Gives him Bills_. _Isa_. Ah, what a graceful Mein he has! how fine his Conversation! ah, the difference between him and a filthy Citizen! _Jul_.--_Clara_ has told me all.-- [Jac. _whispering to_ Jul. _Car_. That’s she in the middle; stand looking on her languishingly, --your head a little on one side,--so,--fold your Arms,--good,--now and then heave your breast with a sigh,--most excellent.-- [_He groans_. _Fran_. Bills for so many thousands. _Jac_. He has you in his eye already. _Isa_. Ah, _Jacinta_, thou flatterest me. _Jac_. Return him some kind looks in pity. [_She sets her Eyes, and bows, &c_. _Car_. That other’s my Mistress,--couldst thou but keep this old Fellow in discourse whilst I give her the sign to retire a little.-- _Guil_. I’ll warrant you I’ll banter him till you have cuckolded him, if you manage matters as well as I.