Sir Geo. Humph! True, Sir Jealous, he told me such a Thing, but, but, but, but—he, he, he, he—he did not imagine that you would insist upon the very Day, for, for, for, for Money you know is dangerous returning by Sea, an, an, an, an—

Char. Zounds, say we have brought it in Commodities.

Sir Geo. And so Sir, he has sent it in Merchandize, Tobacco, Sugars, Spices, Limons, and so forth, which shall be turn'd into Money with all Expedition: In the mean time, Sir, if you please to accept of my Bond for Performance.

Sir Jeal. It is enough, Sir, I am so pleas'd with the Countenance of Seignor Diego, and the Harmony of your Name, that I'll take your Word, and will fetch my Daughter this Moment. Within there (Enter Servant) desire Mr. Tackum my Neighbour's Chaplain to walk hither.

Serv. Yes, Sir.

Sir Jeal. Gentlemen, I'll return in an Instant.

Char. Wondrous well. Let me embrace thee.

Sir Geo. Egad that 5000 l. had like to have ruin'd the Plot.

Char. But that's over! And if Fortune throws no more Rubs in our way.

Sir Geo. Thou'lt carry the Prize—but hist, here he comes.

Sir Jeal. Come along, you stubborn Baggage you, come along.

Isab.

Sir Jeal. How's that!

Isab.

Char. Oh! that I cou'd discover my self to her.

Sir Geo. Have a care what you do. You had better trust to his Obstinacy.

Sir Jeal. Did you ever see such a perverse Slut: Off I say Mr. Meanwell pray help me a little.

Sir Geo. Rise, Madam, and do not disoblige your Father, who has provided a Husband worthy of you, one that will Love you equal with his Soul, and one that you will Love, when once you know him.

Isab. Oh! never, never. Cou'd I suspect that Falshood in my Heart, I wou'd this Moment tear it from my Breast, and streight present him with the Treacherous Part.

Char. Oh! my charming faithful Dear.

Sir Jeal. Falshood! why, who the Devil are you in Love with? Ha! Don't provoke me, for by St. Jago I shall beat you, Housewife.

Char. Heaven forbid; for I shall infallibly discover my self if he should.

Sir Geo. Have Patience, Madam! and look at him: Why will you prepossess your self against a Man that is Master of all the Charms you would desire in a Husband?

Sir Jeal. Ay, look at him, Isabinda, Senior pase vind adelante.

Char. My Heart bleeds to see her grieve, whom I imagin'd would with Joy receive me. Seniora obligue me vuestra merced de sumano.

Sir Jeal. (Pulling up her Head.) Hold up your Head, hold up your Head, Housewife, and look at him: Is there a properer, handsomer, better shap'd Fellow in England, ye Jade you. Ha! see, see the obstinate Baggage shuts her Eyes; by St. Jago, I have a good Mind to beat 'em out.

Isab.

Sir Geo. Sir Jealous, you are too passionate. Give me leave, I'll try by gentle Words to work her to your Purpose.

Sir Jeal. I pray do, Mr. Meanwell, I pray do; she'll break my Heart. (weeps) There is in that, Jewels of the Value of 3000 l. which were her Mother's; and a Paper wherein I have settled one half of my Estate upon her now, and the whole when I dye. But provided she marries this Gentleman, else by St. Jago, I'll turn her out of Doors to beg or starve. Tell her this, Mr. Meanwell, pray do.

Sir Geo. Ha! this is beyond Expectation— Trust to me, Sir, I'll lay the dangerous Consequence of disobeying you at this Juncture before her, I warrant you.

Char. A sudden Joy runs thro' my Heart like a propitious Omen.

Sir Geo. Come, Madam, do not blindly cast your Life away just in the Moment you would wish to have it.

Isab. Pray cease your Trouble, Sir, I have no Wish but sudden Death to free me from this hated Spaniard. If you are his Friend inform him what I say; my Heart is given to another Youth, whom I love with the same strength of Passion that I hate this Diego; with whom, if I am forc'd to wed, my own Hand shall cut the Gordian Knot.

Sir Geo. Suppose this Spaniard which you strive to shun should be the very Man to whom you'd flye?

Isab. Ha!

Sir Geo. Would you not blame your rash Result, and curse those Eyes that would not look on Charles.

Isab. On Charles! Oh you have inspir'd new Life, and collected every wandring Sense. Where is he? Oh! let me flye into his Arms.

Sir Geo. Hold, hold, hold, 'Zdeath, Madam, you'll ruin all, your Father believes him to be Seignor Barbinetto. Compose your self a little, pray Madam.

Char. Her Eyes declare she knows me.

Sir Geo. She begins to hear Reason, Sir, the fear of being turn'd out of Doors has done it.

Isab. 'Tis he, oh! my ravish'd Soul.

Sir Geo. Take heed, Madam, you don't betray your self. Seem with Reluctance to consent, or you are undone, (runs to Sir Jealous,) speak gently to her, Sir, I'm sure she'll yield, I see it in her Face.

Sir Jeal. Well, Isabinda, can you refuse to bless a Father, whose only Care is to make you happy, as Mr. Meanwell has inform'd you. Come, wipe thy Eyes; nay, prithee do, or thou wilt break thy Father's Heart; see thou bring'st the Tears in mine to think of thy undutiful Carriage to me.

Isab. Oh! do not weep, Sir, your Tears are like a Ponyard to my Soul; do with me what you please, I am all Obedience.

Sir Jeal. Ha! then thou art my Child agen.

Sir Geo. 'Tis done, and now Friend the Day's thy own.

Char. The happiest of my Life, if nothing Intervene.

Sir Jeal. And wilt thou love him?

Isab. I will endeavour it, Sir.

Serv. Sir, Here is Mr. Tackum.

Sir Jeal. Show him into the Parlour—Senior tome vind sueipora; cete Momenta les Junta les Manos.

Char. Oh! transport—Senior yo la recibo Como se deve un Tesoro tan Grande. Oh! my Joy, my Life, my Soul.

Isab. My Faithful everlasting Comfort.

Sir Jeal. Now, Mr. Meanwell let's to the Parson,

Marpl. I have hunted all over the Town for Charles, but can't find him; and by Whisper's scouting at the End of the Street, I suspect he must be in this House again. I'm inform'd too that he has borrow'd a Spanish Habit out of the Play-house. What can it mean?

Hark'e, Sir, do you belong to this House?

Serv. Yes, Sir.

Marpl. Pray can you tell if there be a Gentleman in it in Spanish Habit?

Serv. There is a Spanish Gentleman within, that is just a going to marry my young Lady, Sir.

Marpl. Are you sure he is a Spanish Gentleman?

Serv. I'm sure he speaks no English, that I hear of.

Marpl. Then that can't be him I want; for 'tis an English Gentleman, tho' I suppose he may be dress'd like a Spaniard, that I enquire after.

Serv. Ha! who knows but this may be an Impostor? I'll inform my Master; for if he shou'd be impos'd upon, he'll beat us all round. (Aside.) Pray, come in, Sir, and see if this be the Person you enquire for.

Marpl. So, this was a good Contrivance: If this be Charles, now will he wonder how I found him out.

Sir Jeal. What is your earnest Business, Blockhead, that you must speak with me before the Ceremony's past? Ha! who's this?

Serv. Why this Gentleman, Sir, wants another Gentleman in Spanish Habit, he says.

Sir Jeal. In Spanish Habit! 'tis some Friend of Seignior Don Diego's, I warrant. Sir, I suppose you wou'd speak with Seignior Barbinetto—

Marpl. Hy-day! what the Devil does he say now!— Sir, I don't understand you.

Sir Jeal. Don't you understand Spanish, Sir?

Marpl. Not I indeed, Sir.

Sir Jeal. I thought you had known Seignior Barbinetto.

Marpl. Not I, upon my word, Sir.

Sir Jeal. What then you'd speak with his Friend, the English Merchant, Mr. Meanwell.

Marpl. Neither, Sir; not I.

Sir Jeal. Why who are you then, Sir? and what do you want?

Marpl. Nay, nothing at all, not I, Sir. Pox on him! I wish I were out, he begins to exalt his Voice, I shall be beaten agen.

Sir Jeal. Nothing at all, Sir! Why then what Business have you in my House? ha?

Serv. You said you wanted a Gentleman in Spanish Habit.

Marpl. Why ay, but his Name is neither Barbinetto nor Meanwell.

Sir Jeal. What is his Name then, Sirrah, ha? Now I look at you agen, I believe you are the Rogue threaten'd me with half a Dozen Mirmidons— Speak, Sir, who is it you look for? or, or—

Marpl. A terrible old Dog!— Why, Sir, only an honest young Fellow of my Acquaintance— I thought that here might be a Ball, and that he might have been here in a Masquerade; 'tis Charles, Sir Francis Gripe's Son, because I know he us'd to come hither sometimes.

Sir Jeal. Did he so?— Not that I know of, I'm sure. Pray Heaven that this be Don Diego— If I shou'd be trick'd now— Ha! my Heart misgives me plaguily—within there! stop the Marriage— Run, Sirrah, call all my Servants! I'll be satisfy'd that this is Seignior Pedro's Son e're he has my Daughter.

Marpl. Ha, Sir George, what have I done now ?

Sir Geo. Ha! Marplot, here— Oh the unlucky Dog—what's the matter, Sir Jealous?

Sir Jeal. Nay, I don't know the matter, Mr.Meanwell.

Marpl. Upon my Soul, Sir George—

Sir Jeal. Nay then, I'm betray'd, ruin'd, undone: Thieves, Traytors, Rogues! (Offers to go in.) Stop the Marriage, I say—

Sir Geo. I say, go on Mr.Tackum— Nay, no Ent'ring here, I guard this Passage, old Gentleman; the Act and Deed were both your own, and I'll see 'em sign'd, or die for't.

Sir Jeal. A pox on the Act and Deed!— Fall on, knock him down.

Sir Geo. Ay, come on, Scoundrils! I'll prick your Jackets for you.

Sir Jeal. Z'ounds, Sirrah, I'll be Reveng'd on you.

Sir Geo. Ay, there your Vengeance is due; Ha, ha.

Marpl. Why, what do you beat me for? I ha'nt marry'd your Daughter.

Sir Jeal. Rascals! why don't you knock him down?

Serv. We are afraid of his Sword, Sir; if you'll take that from him, we'll knock him down presently.

Sir Jeal. Seize her then.

Char. Rascals, retire; she's my Wife, touch her if you dare, I'll make Dogs meat of you.

Sir Jeal. Ah! downright English:— Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Sir Fran. Into the House of Joy we Enter without knocking: Ha! I think 'tis the House of Sorrow, Sir Jealous.

Sir Jeal. Oh Sir Francis! are you come? What was this your Contrivance, to abuse, trick, and chouse me of my Child!

Sir Fran. My Contrivance! what do you mean?

Sir Jeal. No, you don't know your Son there in Spanish Habit.

Sir Fran. How! my Son in Spanish Habit. Sirrah, you'll come to be hang'd; get out of my sight, ye Dog! get out of my sight.

Sir Jeal. Get out of your sight, Sir! Get out with your Bags; let's see what you'll give him now to maintain my Daughter on.

Sir Fran. Give him! He shall be never the better for a Penny of mine—and you might have look'd after your Daughter better, Sir Jealous. Trick'd, quotha! Egad, I think you design'd to trick me: But look ye, Gentlemen, I believe I shall trick you both. This Lady is my Wife, do you see? And my Estate shall descend only to the Heirs of her Body.

Sir Geo. Lawfully begotten by me— I shall be extremely oblig'd to you, Sir Francis.

Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha, ha, poor Sir George! You see your Project was of no use. Does not your Hundred Pound stick in your Stomach? Ha, ha, ha.

Sir Geo. No faith, Sir Francis, this Lady has given me a Cordial for that.

Sir Fran. Hold, Sir, you have nothing to say to this Lady.

Sir Geo. Nor you nothing to do with my Wife, Sir.

Sir Fran. Wife, Sir!

Miran. Ay really, Guardian, 'tis even so. I hope you'll forgive my first Offence.

Sir Fran. What have you chous'd me out of my Consent, and your Writings then, Mistress, ha?

Miran. Out of nothing but my own, Guardian.

Sir Jeal. Ha, ha, ha, 'tis some Comfort at least to see you are over-reach'd as well as my self. Will you settle your Estate upon your Son now?

Sir Fran. He shall starve first.

Miran. That I have taken care to prevent. There, Sir, is the Writings of your Uncle's Estate, which has been your due these three Years.

Char. I shall study to deserve this Favour.

Sir Fran. What have you robb'd me too, Mistress! Egad I'll make you restore 'em.— Huswife, I will so.

Sir Jeal. Take care I don't make you pay the Arrears, Sir. 'Tis well it's no worse, since 'tis no better. Come, young Man, seeing thou hast out-witted me, take her, and Bless you both.

Char. I hope, Sir, you'll bestow your Blessing too, 'tis all I'll ask.

Sir Fran. Confound you all!

Marpl. Mercy upon us! how he looks!

Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ne'er mind his Curses, Charles; thou'lt thrive not one jot the worse for 'em. Since this Gentleman is reconcil'd, we are all made happy.

Sir Jeal. I always lov'd Precaution, and took care to avoid Dangers. But when a thing was past, I ever had Philosophy to be easie.

Char. Which is the true sign of a great Soul: I lov'd your Daughter, and she me, and you shall have no reason to repent her Choice.

Isab. You will not blame me, Sir, for loving my own Country best.

Marpl. So here's every Body happy, I find, but poor Pilgarlick. I wonder what Satisfaction I shall have, for being cuff'd, kick'd, and beaten in your Service.

Sir Jeal. I have been a little too familiar with you, as things are fallen out; but since there's no help for't, you must forgive me.

Marpl. Egad I think so— But provided that you be not so familiar for the future.

Sir Geo. Thou hast been an unlucky Rogue.

Marpl. But very honest.

Char. That I'll vouch for; and freely forgive thee.

Sir Geo. And I'll do you one piece of Service more, Marplot, I'll take care that Sir Francis make you Master of your Estate.

Marpl. That will make me as happy as any of you.

Patch. Your humble Servant begs leave to remind you, Madam.

Isab. Sir, I hope you'll give me leave to take Patch into favour again.

Sir Jeal. Nay, let your Husband look to that, I have done with my Care.

Char. Her own Liberty shall always oblige me. Here's no Body but honest Whisper and Mrs. Scentwell to be provided for now. It shall be left to their Choice to Marry, or keep their Services.

Whisp. Nay then, I'll stick to my Master.

Scentw. Coxcomb! and I prefer my Lady before a Footman.

Sir Jeal. Hark, I hear Musick, the Fidlers smell a Wedding. What say you, young Fellows, will ye have a Dance?

Sir Geo. With all my Heart; call'em in.

Sir Jeal. Now let us in and refresh our selves with a chearful Glass, in which we'll bury all Animosities: And

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