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_Car._ His Horse and Arms I wholly dislike, as Implements of War; and that same Princely Favour, as you call it, will buy no Lands; and his Pay he shall have when he can get it.

_Lov._ But, Sir, his coming to _Madrid_ was to take possession of a Place the Prince has promis'd him.

_Car._ Has promis'd him? what! I shall marry my Daughter to the Promises of e'er a Prince in _Christendom_, shall I? No, no; Promises, quoth ye?

_Alon._ Well, Sir, will this satisfy you?

[Gives him a Parchment.

_Euph._ If it should not, let us consider what next to do.

_Alon._ No consideration, _Euphemia_; not so much as that we are married, lest it lessen our Joys.

_Car._ Twelve thousand Crowns a Year!-- Sir, I cry you mercy, and wish you joy with my Daughter.

_Lov._ So his Courage will down with him now.

_Alon._ To satisfy you farther, Sir, read this.

[Gives him another Paper.

And now, _Euphemia_, prepare your self to receive some gallant Friends of mine, whom you must be acquainted with, and who design to make a merry Night on't.

_Euph._ A whole Night, _Alonzo_?

_Alon._ By no means, _Euphemia_, for the first too, which if the thoughts of its being part of my Duty do not hinder, will be a pleasant enough to me.

_Car._ So considerable an Office at Court too!-- Let me imbrace you, Sir; and tell you how happy I am in so brave Son-in-law.

_Alon._ With that a.s.surance, Sir, I'll take a more than ordinary freedom with you, and teach _Euphemia_ a franker way of living, than what a native _Spaniard_ would have allow'd her.

_Car._ She shall be what sort of Wife you'll have her.

Enter Servant, after a noise of Musick.

_Alon._ What Musick's that?

_Serv._ It waits upon some Ladies and Gentlemen who ask for you, Sir.

_Alon._ Wait them in, they are those Friends of mine I told you of.

[He goes and brings them in.

Enter _Marcel_ and _Clarinda_, _Silvio_ and _Cleonte_, _Antonio_ and _Hippolyta_, _Dormida_ and _Francisca_; all salute _Euphemia_.

Enter _Haunce_ and _Gload_ in Masquerade to the Company, _Olinda_ and _Dorice_ masked.

_Hau._ Well, the Devil's in't if we shall not appear ridiculous enough, hah, _Gload_?

_Glo._ Ay, Sir, the more ridiculous the better.

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