_Mor._ And a great credit for me to be so: Do but think how decent a habit you have on, and how becoming your function to be disguised like a slave, and eaves-dropping under the women's windows, to be saluted, as you deserve it richly, with a piss-pot. If I had not known you casually by your shambling gait, and a certain reverend awkwardness that is natural to all of your function, here you had been exposed to the laughter of your own servants; who have been in search of you through the whole seraglio, peeping under every petticoat to find you. _Muf._ Pr'ythee, child, reproach me no more of human failings; they are but a little of the pitch and spots of the world, that are still sticking on me; but I hope to scour them out in time. I am better at bottom than thou thinkest; I am not the man thou takest me for. _Mor._ No, to my sorrow, sir, you are not. _Muf._ It was a very odd beginning though, methought, to see thee come running in upon me with such a warm embrace; pr'ythee, what was the meaning of that violent hot hug? _Mor._ I am sure I meant nothing by it, but the zeal and affection which I bear to the man of the world, whom I may love lawfully. _Muf._ But thou wilt not teach me, at this age, the nature of a close embrace? _Mor._ No, indeed; for my mother-in-law complains, that you are past teaching: But if you mistook my innocent embrace for sin, I wish heartily it had been given where it would have been more acceptable. _Muf._ Why this is as it should be now; take the treasure again, it can never be put into better hands. _Mor._ Yes, to my knowledge, but it might. I have confessed my soul to you, if you can understand me rightly. I never disobeyed you till this night; and now, since, through the violence of my passion, I have been so unfortunate, I humbly beg your pardon, your blessing, and your leave, that, upon the first opportunity, I may go for ever from your sight; for heaven knows, I never desire to see you more. _Muf._ [_Wiping his eyes._] Thou makest me weep at thy unkindness; indeed, dear daughter, we will not part. _Mor._ Indeed, dear daddy, but we will. _Muf._ Why, if I have been a little pilfering, or so, I take it bitterly of thee to tell me of it, since it was to make thee rich; and I hope a man may make bold with his own soul, without offence to his own child. Here, take the jewels again; take them, I charge thee, upon thy obedience. _Mor._ Well then, in virtue of obedience, I will take them; but, on my soul, I had rather they were in a better hand. _Muf._ Meaning mine, I know it. _Mor._ Meaning his, whom I love better than my life. _Muf._ That's me again. _Mor._ I would have you think so. _Muf._ How thy good nature works upon me! Well, I can do no less than venture damning for thee; and I may put fair for it, if the rabble be ordered to rise to-night. _Enter_ ANTONIO, _in a rich African habit._