Volume Iii Part 36 (2/2)

_Fran_. In the Road to Heaven, whither they say all Cuckolds go--I thank you for your advice; I perceive you wou'd willingly help me onwards of my Journey.

_Car_. I'm glad I know you, Sir,--farewel to you-- [_Goes out_.

_Fran_. No matter for that, so you know not my Wife--and so farewel to you, Sir, and, the Devil take all Cuckoldmakers.

[_Exit_.

SCENE III. _The inside of the House_.

_Enter_ Clara, Julia, Antonio, Jacinta _running to 'em_.

_Jac_. He has seen Don _Carlos_, and they have been in great discourse together, I cou'd not hear one word, but you'll have it at both ears anon, I'll warrant you. Ha, he's coming.

_Enter_ Francisco.

_Cla_. Heavens, he must not see you here. [_To_ Ant.

_Jac_. Here, step into _Clara's_ Bed-chamber. [_He goes in_.

_Fran_. So the Plot's at last discover'd,--he was a Cavalier of his Parole.

_Jul_. Who speak you of?

_Fran_. Only the Governor, the fine young Governor, I deliver'd him the message, told him my mind and the like.

_Jul_. So kind to visit us, and have you sent him away already?

_Fran_. Ah, Witch; already! why, have I any lodging for him?

_Jul_. But I am glad you brought him not in, I being so unready.

_Fran_. But you are always ready for him, my dear victorious Man-slayer.

_Jul_. What means he, sure he has a Gad-bee in his Brain.

_Fran_. Satan's she Advocate--peace, I say;--so, you look as innocently now, as a little Devil of two years old, I'll warrant;--come, come, look me full in the face--thus,--turn your nose just to mine--so--now tell me whose d.a.m.nable Plot this was, to send your Gallant with his Eloquence, Querks and Conundrums, to tutor me into better manners?

_Jul_. Send him! I'll answer no such idle questions.

_Fran_. He has taken a world of pains about your particular Chapter, and no doubt but he preach'd according to instructions;--what say you for your self, that Judgment may not pa.s.s?

_Jul_. I say you're an old jealous Fool; have I seen Don _Carlos_, or heard from Don _Carlos_, or sent to Don _Carlos_? here's a-do indeed.

_Fran_. What made you at the door against my positive commands,--the very Street-door,--in the night,--alone,--and undrest,--this is a matter of Fact, Gentlewoman; you hastened me away,--a plain case,--and presently, after Don _Carlos_ comes to the door,--positive proof,--sees me and falls right down upon my Jealousy,--clear conviction,--'twas pity but I had follow'd his counsel, yes, when the Devil turns student in Divinity;--but no matter, I'll see your back fairly turn'd upon this Town to morrow; I'll marry my Daughter in the morning to _Antonio_, and a fair wind or not, we'll home; the Gally lies ready in the Harbour-- therefore prepare, pack up your tools, for you are no woman of this world.

_Ant_. How! marry me to morrow to his daughter;--and carry his Wife from my Friend; this misfortune must be prevented. [_Aside peeping_.

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