_Fran_. Ah, dear _Antonio_, I vow and swear I cannot chuse but weep to lose thee; but my Daughter was born for a Lady, and none can help their destiny. _Ant_. And is it possible thou canst use me thus? [_To_ Isa. _Isa_. Take away that little Fellow; in pity of your life, I deign to bid you withdraw and be safe. _Guil_. D’ye hear, hah?--this Lady has beg’d your life. _Ant_. Beg’d my Life! _Guil_. Vile Wretch, dar’st thou retort? [Draws, the Women hold him. _Fran_. Oh, hold, hold, my noble Son-in-law, he shall do any thing;-- dear _Antonio_, consider, I was never Father to a Lord all days of my Life before:--my Lord, be pacified, my Daughter shall be a Lady. _Isa_. For my sake spare him, and be Friends with him, as far as you may deign to be with a little Citizen. _Guil_. Fellow, I forgive thee,--here’s my hand to kiss in sign and token I am appeased. [_Gives him his hand to kiss, ‘tis all black_. _Ant_. A Pox of his honourable hand, ‘t had like to have spoiled all, --well, since it must be so, I am content. _Guil_. So, now Peace is concluded on, on all sides, what shall we do to day besides eating and drinking in abundance; for to morrow I shall get my self in order for my Marriage. _Cla_. What thinks your Honour of taking the Air upon the Sea, in a Galley, a League or two? _Guil_. With Fiddles, Drums and Trumpets, Westphalia hams and Pidgeons, and the like: Hey, Rogues, Scoundrels, Dogs. _Isa_. Ah, how fine is every Action of a great Man! _Guil_. Command a Galley to attend us presently. --You shall along, old Boy. [To Fran. _Fran_. Alas, I must stay at home with my Wife, my Lord. _Guil_. A Wife! have I a Mother-in-law too?--she must along with us, and take a frisk,--no denial. _Enter_ Carlos. --Oh, are you come? [Aside. _Car_. Yes, and thank thee for the best moment of my Life--Hast thou contrived the Voyage then? _Guil_. Take no care--come, haste on board--our Honour will not lose the Fresco of the Morning,--Follow me, Pages. _Page_. At your heels, my Lord-- [_Exeunt_. ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter, _as aboard the Ship_, Guiliom, Isabella, Francisco, Julia, Antonio, Clara, Jacinta, Pedro _and his Wife_, Pages. _Guil_. Ladies and Gentlemen, you are very welcome aboard--Come, put off to Sea, Rogues, Scoundrels, Tarpaulins, to your Business, and then, every man his Bottle,--hey, Page, Rogues, where are my Men? Come, spread the Table--for we are very hungry. _Isa_. Heav’ns, what a peculiar Grace there is in every word that comes from the Mouth of a Cavalier. _Guil_. By _Mars_, the God of Love! _Page_. By _Cupid_, Sir. [Aside to him. Guil. _Cupid_, Sirrah! I say, I’ll have it _Mars_, there’s more Thunder in the Sound: I say, by _Mars_, these Gallies are pretty neat convenient Tenements--but a--I see ne’er a Chimney in ‘em:--Pox on’t, what have I to do with a Chimney now?