Volume Iii Part 38 (2/2)

_Car_. Which ended, we advance, Just when _Aurora_ rose from _Thetis'_ Bed, Where he had wantoned a short Summer's night, Harness'd his bright hoov'd Horses to begin His gilded course above the Firmament, Out sallied Don _Gulielmo Rodorigo de Chimney Sweperio_, and so forth.

Gad, this adventure of ours will be worthy to be sung in Heroick Rhime Doggerel, before we have finisht it; Come-- [_Goes out_.

_Guil_. Hey, Rogues, Rascals, Boys, follow me just behind.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENE II. Francisco's _house_.

_Enter_ Clara _and_ Jacinta.

_Jac_. Nay, I knew he would be civil, Madam, or I would have borne you Company; but neither my Mistress nor I, cou'd sleep one wink all Night, for fear of a Discovery in the Morning; and to save the poor Gentleman a tumbling Cast from the Window, my Mistress, just at day-break, feigned her self wondrous sick,--I was called, desired to go to Signior _Spadilio's_ the Apothecary's, at the next Door, for a Cordial; and so he slipt out;--but the Story of this false Count pleases me extremely, and, if it should take, Lord, what mirth we shall have. Ha, ha, ha, I can't forbear with the thoughts on't.

_Cla_. And to see the Governor his Man?

_Jac_. Ah, what a Jest that would be too--Ha, ha, ha! but here comes _Isabella_; let's puff up her Pride with Flatteries on her Beauty.

_Enter_ Isabella _looking in a Gla.s.s, and seeing her Face_.

_Isa_. Ah, Heavens, those Eyes--that Look,--that pretty Leer,--that my Father shou'd be so doating an old Fool to think these Beauties fit for a little Merchandize; a Marchioness wou'd so much better become me.

[Looks again.

--Ah, what a Smile's there--and then that scornful Look--'tis great-- Heavens, who's here?

[Sees them.

_Cla_. Only those Friends that wish you better Fortune than this day promises.

_Jac_. Look on that Face; are there not Lines that foretel a world of Greatness, and promise much Honour?

_Cla_. Her Face, her Shape, her Mein, her every part declares her Lady--or something more.

_Isa_. Why, so, and yet this little Creature of a Father, ridiculously and unambitious, would spoil this Lady, to make up a simple Citizen's Wife--in good time.

_Jac_. That very look had some presaging Grandeur.

_Isa_. Do you think so, _Jacinta_? Ha, ha, ha.

_Jac_. That Laugh again, oh Heavens, how it charms!

_Cla_. And how graceful 'tis!

_Jac_. Ah, nothing but a great gilt Coach will become it.

_Cla_. With six _Spanish_ Mares.--

_Jac_. And embroidered Trappings.

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