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Car. Very well, then there needs no more but that you go along with my man to my house, my Authority shall secure you from all the injuries that shall accrue from a discovery, but I hope none will happen: Equipage, Clothes and Money we'll furnish you with. Go home with him, and dress, and practise the Don till we come, who will give you ample instructions what to do. Guil.
And if I do not fit you with a Don better than Don Del Phobos, or Don Quixote, let me be hang'd up for the Sign of the Black Boy on my own Poles at a Spanish Inn door. Ant. We'll be with you presently. Guil. And if you find me not en Cavalier, say Clothes, Garniture, Points, and Feathers have lost their Power of making one. Enter, opening the door, Jacinta. Car.
Ay, that's civil, and if he do not desist, I'll unpeople Spain but I'll kill him; for, Madam, I'll tell you what happened to me in the Court of France there was a Lady in the Court in love with me, she took a liking to my Person which I think, you will confess Isa. To be the most accomplisht in the World. Guil. Fran. What, on all the sixscore, my Lord? Guil. Fran.
I dare not with you, the venture wou'd be too bold in a young beginner in the Thefts of Love. Guil. Her Eyes are Suns, by Jove. Car. Oh, nothing is so ventrous as Love, if it be true. Guil. Or else, two Morning Stars, All other Beauties are but Soot to her. Jul. But shou'd my Husband Car. He's safe for one dear half hour, I'll warrant you, come. Fran.
Oh, what bloody-minded Monsters these Lords are! But, my Lord, I'll ne'er give you the trouble of killing him, I'll put him off with a handsom Compliment; as thus, Why, look ye, Friend Antonio, the business is this, my Daughter Isabella may marry a Lord, and you may go fiddle. Guil.
I'll warrant you I'll banter him till you have cuckolded him, if you manage matters as well as I. Fran. My Lord, I ask your pardon for my rudeness in not knowing you before, which I ought to have done in good manners I confess; who the Devil does he stare at so? Guil. Prithee, old Fellow, Peace, I am in love. Fran. Car. Dear Julia, let's retire, our time's but short. Jul.
Your Daughter does, Sir; and that's all one. Isa. Oh! I'm undone; am I no Viscountess then. Guil. I heard your Father design'd to marry you to a Tradesman, and you were for a Don; and to please you both, you see how well I have managed matters. Fran. I'll not give her a farthing. Guil.
It is a very strong place, completely commanding the valley of the Durance, while it is regarded as the key of the passage into Italy by the Guil and the Col de la Croix.
Fight it out! oh, I'm not able to indure it, why, what the Devil made me a ship-board? Cap. Guil. Why, where be these Turks? set me to 'em, I'll make 'em smoke, Dogs, to dare attack a man of Quality. Isa. Oh, the Insolence of these Turks! do they know who's aboard? for Heaven's sake, my Lord, do not expose your noble Person. Guil. What, not fight? Not fight! A Lord, and not fight?
Manners! you shall pardon me for that; as if a Lord had not more privilege to be more saucy, more rude, impertinent, slovenly and foolish than the rest of his Neighbours, or Mankind. Car. Ay, ay, 'tis great. Guil. Your saucy Rudeness, in a Grandee, is Freedom; your Impertinence, Wit; your Sloven, careless; and your Fool, good natur'd; as least they shall pass so in me, I'll warrant ye. Car.
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