_San._ Pox on thee for being so tyrannical; but I can't help myself, and therefore I totally submit. _Dal._ Now, then, you shall perceive how gracious a princess I intend to be. My father doats upon this count, but I despise him. _San._ That's a good girl; for love of me, I'll warrant you. _Dal._ You think I coax you now. _San._ No, I know my own merit too well for that. _Dal._ Then do what I advise you. My father has not often seen this count; what if you should pass for him? _San._ Hum! I do not apprehend thee. _Dal._ A man of your wit, and be so stupid! you shall counterfeit the count. _San._ Counterfeit the count! that's a pure quibble; but I can make no more on't. _Dal._ He's an old fellow, and a fool: now, you shall take upon you to be this count, to deceive my father; and I'll keep your counsel, and teach you how to represent him. _San._ Oh, now I understand you! but 'tis impossible for me to counterfeit a fool. _Dal._ I'll warrant you; trust nature. _San._ A man of my sense can never hide his parts. _Dal._ No, but you may shew them. Go back to your lodgings; I'll provide you clothes, and send you directions in writing how to behave yourself before my father.--One word more; be sure you manage this in private, and shut out Carlos, lest he should discover our intrigue. _San._ Well, I will strive for once to get the better of my wit, and play the natural as naturally as I can: but you had better come yourself and teach me, for you have put me in a pure way of taking your instructions. [_Exit_ SANCHO. _Dal._ [_Alone._] When I consider what has passed between the count and me, there's little reason to believe a man should put on a foul shirt again, when he has put it off already, and has change of linen by him. However, my father shall know nothing of this disguise; for he, that sold my first maidenhead to the lord, may sell my second to the fool; and that would be too much in conscience, that a woman, once in twice, should not have the letting her own freehold. And therefore I will have the selling of myself, and Sancho shall have the refusal of the bargain. Wise heaven, in pity to the sex, designed Fools for the last relief of womankind. Two married wits no quiet can enjoy; Two fools together would the house destroy: But providence, to level human life, Made the fool husband for the witty wife. [_Exit_ DALINDA. ACT III. SCENE I.--VICTORIA'_s Chamber_. _Enter_ ALPHONSO, _with Music_. _A Song is sung; when it is beginning_, VICTORIA _enters_. SONG OF JEALOUSY. _What state of life can be so blest As love, that warms a lover's breast? Two souls in one, the same desire To grant the bliss, and to require! But if in heaven a hell we find, 'Tis all from thee, O Jealousy! 'Tis all from thee, O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!_