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And young Antonio you are like to have, for any thing that Carlos cares; for know, to thy eternal joy, my Clara, he has but feigned to thee, as much as thy Antonio to Isabella. Cla. But are you sure of this? Jul. Most certain; this Night if you can let Antonio see you, he'll tell you all the Cheat, and beg your Pardon. Cla.
I hold the door to my own Flesh and Blood! monstrum horrendum! Guz. Nay, do't, and do't handsomly too, not with a snivelling Countenance, as if you were compell'd to't; but with the face of Authority, and the awful command of a Husband or thou dyest. Enter Turk and Julia. Fran. My dear Julia, you are a Fool, my Love. Jul. For what, dear Husband? Fran. Jul. How! this from you, Francisco. Fran.
But should we be unthrifty in our Loves, And for one Moment's joy give all away, And be hereafter damn'd to pine at distance? Car. Mistaken Miser, Love like Money put Into good hands increases every day, Still as you trust me, still the Sum amounts: Put me not off with promise of to morrow, To morrow will take care for new delights, Why shou'd that rob us of a present one? Jul. Ah, Carlos!
Those that conducted old Francisco out, And will too soon return him back again; I dare not stay to hear thy love or chiding, Both which have power to charm, since both proceed From a kind heart, that's mine. Car. Oh, take not this dear Body from my Arms, For if you do, my Soul will follow it. Jul. What would'st thou have me do? Car.
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. SCENE I. A Chamber. Enter Jacinta with a Light, and Julia. Jac. Well, Madam, have you writ to Don Carlos? Jul.
Car. And all this constant love to old Francisco has but engaged me more. Fran. Jul. Sir, if this Virtue be but real in you, how happy I shou'd be; but you'll relapse again, and tempt my virtue, which if you do Fran. Jul. Car. No, thou hast made an absolute Conquest o'er me and if that Beauty tempt me every hour, I shall still be the same I was the last. Fran. Pray Heaven he be John.
I'll to her instantly, that is, make a visit to Isabella, and get an opportunity to speak with Clara. Car. And I must write a Letter to Julia, to undeceive her Fears too, could I but get it to her. Guz. For that let me alone. SCENE II. A Chamber. Enter Julia and Jacinta. Jac. Lord, Madam, you are as melancholy as a sick Parrot. Jul.
I do even weep for joy; alas, I must leave it to thee, Love. Jul. To me, Sir? do you mock me? Fran. Mock thee! no; I know thy Virtue, and will no more be jealous, believe me, Chicken, I was an old Fool. Car. Your Wife is chaste she overcame my unruly Passion with her Prayers and Tears. Enter Isabella at one door; Clara, Antonio, Jacinta, at another; Isabella's Train carried up. Fran.
One courier was to proceed overland, the other by sea; both were to make the utmost haste. It is of great concern now that the reader should be fully informed of the contents of the letter thus forwarded, and it is accordingly given: "ANTIOCH, XII. Kal. Jul. "Messala to Gratus. "O my Midas!
Thorn regularly smiles faintly and rewards the 'fowling piece' with a quarter dollar "So make haste, dear Fleda, or I shall feel that we are acting the part of innocent swindlers. There was but one voice at home on the point whether Fleda should go. So she went. Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're allycholy; I pray you, why is it? Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
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