Volume Iii Part 33 (1/2)

_Jac_. Well said, use him scurvily that Mrs. _Clara_ may have him.

[_Aside_.

_Ant_. The best of those you think I should not name, dare hardly tell me this.

_Isa_. Good Lord, you think your self a very fine Fellow now, and finical your self up to be thought so; but there's as much difference between a Citizen and a true bred Cavalier--

_Ant_. As between you and a true bred Woman of Honour.

_Isa_. Oh, Sir, you rail, and you may long enough, before you rail me out of my Opinion, whilst there are Dons with Coaches and fine Lackeys, and I have Youth and Beauty, with a Fortune able to merit one, so farewel, Cit.

[_Ex_.

_Ant_. Farewel, proud Fool.

_Jac_. Sir, be this Evening at the Door, Donna _Clara_ has something to say to you.

_Ant_. Bless thee for this Tidings, dear _Jacinta_.

[_Ex_. Jacinta.

--I find let Man be brave, or good, or wise, His Virtue gains no Smiles from Woman's Eyes; 'Tis the gay Fool alone that takes the Heart, Foppery and Finery still guide the Dart.

[_Ex_.

ACT II.

SCENE I. _A Chamber_.

_Enter_ Jacinta _with a Light, and_ Julia.

_Jac_. Well, Madam, have you writ to Don _Carlos_?

_Jul_. No, nor is it possible I shou'd, this Devil haunts me so from room to room, like my evil Genius to prevent that Good; oh, for an opportunity of one kind Minute to return Acknowledgments for this kind Letter he has sent me.

_Jac_. I'm glad you find me a Sybil: Madam, I ever prophesy'd a happier end of that Amour than your ill Fortune has. .h.i.therto promised,--but what said the lovely Cavalier?

_Jul_. All that a Man inspir'd with Love cou'd say, all that was soft and charming.

_Jac_. Nay, I believe his Art.

_Jul_. Judge then what my Heart feels, which like a Fire but lightly cover'd o'er with the cold Ashes of Despair, with the least blast breaks out into a Flame; I burn, I burn, _Jacinta_, and only charming _Carlos_ can allay my Pain--but how? Ay, there's the question.

_Jac_. Some way I will contrive to speak with him, for he has lost his old wont if he traverse not the Street where you live: but see Donna _Clara_.--

_Enter_ Clara.

_Jul_. Hah, my Sister, whom yet my jealous heart can scarce be reconciled to; so deeply was my fear of Rivals.h.i.+p fixt there, --so sad, my Sister, and so near the happy day with _Carlos_?

_Cla_. 'Tis pity she that thinks it so shou'd want him; the Blessing's thrown away on me, but we are both unhappy to be match'd to those we cannot love. _Carlos_, though young, gay, handsom, witty, rich, I hate as much as you the old _Francisco_; for since I cannot marry my _Antonio_, both Youth and Beauty are but lost on me, and Age decrepid would be equal torment.