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Updated: June 11, 2025


I've a bad memory. Isa. And will you let me die? Guil. I know nothing of the matter. Isa. Oh Heavens! and shall I be no Viscountess? Guil. Isa. Ah, hold! your Anger's just, I must confess: yet pardon the frailty of my Sex's vanity; behold my Tears that sue for pity to you. Guil. My rage dissolves. Isa. Guil.

Fran. Ah, dear Antonio, I vow and swear I cannot chuse but weep to lose thee; but my Daughter was born for a Lady, and none can help their destiny. Ant. Isa. Take away that little Fellow; in pity of your life, I deign to bid you withdraw and be safe. Guil. D'ye hear, hah? this Lady has beg'd your life. Ant. Beg'd my Life! Guil. Fran.

Die, die, then; for your Betters must be served before you. Isa. Oh! I shall rave; false and lovely as you are, did you not swear to marry me, and make me a Viscountess. Guil. Ay, that was once when I was a Lover; but, now you are a Queen, you're too high i'th' mouth for me. Isa. Ah! name it not; will you be still hard-hearted? Guil. As a Flint, by Jove. Isa. Have you forgot your Love? Guil.

A Pox of his honourable hand, 't had like to have spoiled all, well, since it must be so, I am content. Guil. So, now Peace is concluded on, on all sides, what shall we do to day besides eating and drinking in abundance; for to morrow I shall get my self in order for my Marriage. Cla. What thinks your Honour of taking the Air upon the Sea, in a Galley, a League or two? Guil.

But on the side of Italy the valleys were completely filled with dense masses of cloud to a certain level; and here where they felt the influence of the wind they were cut off as level as the top of a table, the ridges appearing above them. I raced down to Abries, and went on through the gorge of the Guil to Mont Dauphin.

Very well, my Lord, I'll swear he's a rare spoken man; why, what a Son-in-law shall I have? Guil. Sir, there is nothing like your true jest; a thing once well done, is twice done, and I am the happiest Man in the World in your Alliance; for, Sir, a Nobleman if he have any tolerable parts, is a thing much above the Vulgar; oh, here comes the Dancers. Enter Dancers. Come, sit down by me. Fran.

Ant. The Husband of that proud disdainful Woman. Guil. Another word like that and thou art Ant. What, Sir? Fran. Oh, hold, hold, my Lord! Antonio, I must tell you, you're uncivil. Guil. Dost know, dull Mortal, that I am a Lord, And Isabella my adopted Lady. Ant. I beg your pardon, Sir, if it be so, poor Mortals can but grieve in silence. Guil. Alas, poor Mortal! Ant. But, for you, Francisco.

I dare not name him, Sir, lest this small Beauty which you say adorns me, shou'd gain him your displeasure; he's in your presence, Sir, and is your Slave. Car. Such Innocence this plain Confession shows, name me the man, and I'll resign thee back to him. Fran. A Pox of his Civility. Ant. Car. Take her, young Man, and with it both your Ransoms. Guil.

Fellow! he may be the Devil's Fellow by his countenance. Car. Come nearer, Friend; dost think thou canst manage a Plot well? Guil. As any Man in Cadiz, Sir, with good instructions. Car. That thou shalt have, thou art apprehensive. Guil. So, so, I have a pretty memory for mischief. Ant. Hast thou Assurance and Courage? Guil. To kill the honestest Man in Spain, if I be well paid. Car.

Yes, and thank thee for the best moment of my Life Hast thou contrived the Voyage then? Guil. At your heels, my Lord Guil. Isa. Heav'ns, what a peculiar Grace there is in every word that comes from the Mouth of a Cavalier. Guil. By Mars, the God of Love! Guil. Cupid, Sirrah!

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