_Fran_. Oh, dear Wife, now or never show thy Love, make a damnable face upon the filthy Ravisher,--glout thy Eyes thus--and thrust out thy upper lip, thus.-- [Guzman _presents_ Jacinta. _Guil_. Oh, dear _Isabella_, do thee look like a Dog too. _Isa_. No, Sir, I’m resolv’d I’ll not lose an Inch of my Beauty, to save so trifling a thing as a Maiden head. _Car_. Very agreeable, pretty and chearful-- [_She is veil’d and set by: Then Clara is unveil’d_. A most divine bud of Beauty--all Nature’s Excellence--drawn to the life in little,--what are you, fair one? _Cla_. Sir, I’m a Maid. _Fran_. So, I hope he will pitch upon her. _Cla_. Only, by promise, Sir, I’ve given my self away. _Car_. What happy Man cou’d claim a title in thee, And trust thee to such danger? _Isa_. Heavens, shall I be defeated by this little Creature? What pity ’.was he saw me not first? _Cla_. I dare not name him, Sir, lest this small Beauty which you say adorns me, shou’d gain him your displeasure; he’s in your presence, Sir, and is your Slave. _Car_. Such Innocence this plain Confession shows, name me the man, and I’ll resign thee back to him. _Fran_. A Pox of his Civility. _Ant_. This Mercy makes me bold to claim my right. [_Kneels_. _Car_. Take her, young Man, and with it both your Ransoms. _Guil_. Hum--hum--very noble, i’faith, we’ll e’en confess our loves too, _Isabella_. _Isa_. S’life, he’ll spoil all,--hold--pray let your Betters be serv’d before you. _Guil_. How! Is the Honour of my Love despised?--wer’t not i’th presence of the Great _Turk_, for whom I have a reverence because he’s a man of quality--by _Jove_, I’d draw upon you. _Isa_. Because you were my Lover once, when I’m Queen I’ll pardon you. [Guzman _unveils her, and leads her to_ Carlos, _she making ridiculous actions of Civility_. _Car_. What aukard, fond, conceited thing art thou? Veil her, and take the taudry Creature hence. _Guil_. Hum--your Majesty’s humble Servant. [_Putting off his Hat ridiculously_. _Fran_. How! refuse my Daughter too! I see the Lot of a Cuckold will fall to my share. _Guz_. This is the Wife, Great Sir, of this old Slave. [_Unveils_ Julia. _Car_. Hah! what do I see, by _Mahomet_, she’s fair. _Fran_. So, so, she’s condemn’d; oh, damn’d _Mahometan_ Cannibal! will nothing but raw flesh serve his turn. _Car_. I’ll see no more,--here I have fix’d my heart. _Fran_. Oh, Monster of a _Grand Seignior_! _Guz_. Have you a mind to be flead, Sir? _Car_. Receive my Handkerchief. [_Throws it to her_. _Fran_. His Handkerchief! bless me, what does he mean? _Guz_. To do her the honour to lie with her to night. _Fran_. Oh, hold, most mighty _Turk_. [_Kneeling_. _Guz_. Slave, darest thou interrupt ‘em,--die, Dog. _Fran_. Hold, hold, I’m silent. _Car_. I love you, fair one, and design to make you--