Volume Iii Part 50 (2/2)

_Guil_. Nay, if you will force it upon me.

_Isa_. Ay, take it, the trifling sum will serve to buy our Honour Pins.

_Ant_. Well, Sir, since you will force it on him, my Cas.h.i.+er shall draw the Writings.

_Guil_. And have 'em signed by a publick Notary. [_Aside_.

_Fran_. With all my Soul, Sir, I'll go to give him order, and subscribe.

[_Ex_. Francisco.

_Guil_. Let him make 'em strong and sure--you shall go halves. [_Aside_.

_Ant_. No, you will deserve it dearly, who have the plague of such a Wife with it;--but harkye, Count--these goods of Fortune are not to be afforded you, without Conditions.

_Guil_. Shaw, Conditions, any Conditions, n.o.ble _Antonio_.

_Ant_. You must disrobe anon, and do'n your native Habiliments--and in the Equipage give that fair Viscountess to understand the true quality of her Husband.

_Guil_. Hum--I'm afraid, 'tis a harder task to leap from a Lord to a Rogue, than 'tis from a Rogue to a Lord.

_Ant_. Not at all, we have examples of both daily.

_Guil_. Well, Sir, I'll show you my agility--but, Sir, I desire I may consummate, d'ye see,--consummate--a little like a Lord, to make the Marriage sure.

_Ant_. You have the Freedom to do so--the Writings I'll provide.

_Guil_. I'll about it then, the Priest waits within for you, and _Guzman_ for you, _Jacinta_,--haste, for he is to arrive anon Amba.s.sador from _Cadiz_.

_Jac_. I know not, this noise of Weddings has set me agog, and I'll e'en in, and try what 'tis.

[_Ex_. Antonio, Clara, _and_ Jacinta.

_Guil_. Come, Madam, your Honour and I have something else to do, before I have fully dub'd you a Viscountess.

_Isa_. Ah, Heav'ns, what's that?

_Guil_. Why a certain Ceremony, which must be performed between a pair of Sheets,--but we'll let it alone till Night.

_Isa_. Till Night, no; whate'er it be, I wou'd not be without an Inch of that Ceremony, that may compleat my Honour for the World; no, for Heaven's sake, let's retire, and dub me presently.

_Guil_. Time enough, time enough.

_Isa_. You love me not, that can deny me this.

_Guil_. Love--no, we are married now, and People of our Quality never Love after Marriage; 'tis not great.

_Isa_. Nay, let's retire, and compleat my Quality, and you will find me a Wife of the Mode, I'll warrant you.

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