_Fran_. My Lord, I ask your pardon for my rudeness in not knowing you before, which I ought to have done in good manners I confess; who the Devil does he stare at so?--Wife, I command you to withdraw, upon pain of our high displeasure.--my Lord, I shall dispatch your affairs,--he minds me not,--Ay, ‘tis my Wife, I say, Minion, be gone,--your Bills, my Lord, are good, and I accept ‘em;--why a Devil he minds me not yet, [Julia _goes to t’other side to_ Carlos.]--and though I am not at my proper home,--I am where I can command Money,--hum,--sure ‘tis my Daughter,--Ay, ay,--’tis so, how if he should be smitten now; the plaguy Jade had sure the Spirit of Prophecy in her; ‘tis so--’tis she--my Lord. _Guil_. Prithee, old Fellow, Peace,--I am in love. _Fran_. In love,--what, shall I be the Father of a Lord? wou’d it become me, think ye?--he’s mighty full of Cogitabund--my Lord,--sure his Soul has left the Tenement of his Body--I have his Bills here, and care not if it never return more. [_Looks over the Bills_. _Car_. Dear _Julia_, let’s retire, our time’s but short. _Jul_. I dare not with you, the venture wou’d be too bold in a young beginner in the Thefts of Love. _Guil_. Her Eyes are Suns, by _Jove_. _Car_. Oh, nothing is so ventrous as Love, if it be true. _Guil_. Or else, two Morning Stars, All other Beauties are but Soot to her. _Jul_. But shou’d my Husband-- _Car_. He’s safe for one dear half hour, I’ll warrant you, come. _Fran_. Um--my Wife here still, must I begin to thunder. _Jul_. Lord, and you be so froward, I’ll be gone.-- _Car_. So, her Husband, kind heart, lest she should be cruel, has himself given me the dear opportunity.--[_Aside_.--Be sure you keep the old Fellow in discourse awhile. _Guil_. Be you as sure to cuckold him.-- [_Ex_. Car. _and_ Jul. --Old Fellow,--prithee what Person of Quality is that? _Fran_. Person of Quality! alas, my Lord, ‘tis a silly Citizen’s Daughter. _Guil_. A Citizen’s! what clod of Earth cou’d bring forth such a Beauty? _Fran_. Alas, my Lord, I am that clod of Earth, and to Earth, if you call it so, she must return again, for she’s to be married to a Citizen this Morning. _Guil_. Oh! I am doubly wounded, first with her harmonious Eyes, Who’ve fir’d my Heart to that Degree, No Chimney ever burnt like me. Fair Lady,--suffer the Broom of my Affection to sweep all other Lovers from your heart. _Isa_. Ah, my Lord, name it not, I’m this day to be married. _Guil_. To day! name me the Man; Man did I say? the Monster, that dares lay claim to her I deign to love,--none answer me,--I’ll make him smoak, by _Vulcan_--and all the rest of the Goddesses. _Fran_. Bless me, what a furious thing this Love is? _Guil_. By this bright Sword, that is so used to slaughter, he dies; [_Draws_.] old Fellow, say--the Poltroon’s name. _Fran_. Oh, fearful--alas, dread Sir! _Isa_. Ah! sheath your Sword, and calm your generous Rage.