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Updated: June 11, 2025
Fear not, my dear, I'll rather die than do thee wrong. Fran. Wou'd she wou'd, quickly, then there's her Honour sav'd, and her Ransom, which is better. Guz. Isa. Guil. Alas! this Separation's worse than Death. Isa. Guil. But should the Grand Seignior behold thy Beauty, thou wou'dst despise thine own dear hony Viscount to be a Sultana. Isa. A Sultana, what's that? Guil.
Um my Wife here still, must I begin to thunder. Jul. Lord, and you be so froward, I'll be gone. Car. Be sure you keep the old Fellow in discourse awhile. Guil. Car. and Jul. Old Fellow, prithee what Person of Quality is that? Fran. Person of Quality! alas, my Lord, 'tis a silly Citizen's Daughter. Guil. A Citizen's! what clod of Earth cou'd bring forth such a Beauty? Fran.
Stand forth, Sir! why, so I can, Sir, I dare show my Face, Sir, before any Great Turk in Christendom. Car. What are you, Sir? Guil. What am I, Sir? Why, I'm a Lord, a Lord. Fran. What, are you mad to own your Quality, he'll ask the Devil and all of a ransom. Guil. No matter for that, I'll not lose an Inch of my Quality for a King's ransom; disgrace my self before my fair Mistress! Isa. Car.
Alas, my Lord, I am that clod of Earth, and to Earth, if you call it so, she must return again, for she's to be married to a Citizen this Morning. Guil. Oh! I am doubly wounded, first with her harmonious Eyes, Who've fir'd my Heart to that Degree, No Chimney ever burnt like me. Fair Lady, suffer the Broom of my Affection to sweep all other Lovers from your heart. Isa.
You base-born Beauties, whose ill-manner'd Pride, Th'industrious noble Citizens deride. May you all meet with Isabella's doom. Guil. And all such Husbands as the Count Guiliome. Spoken by Mrs. Barry, made by a Person of Quality.
Then, up the valley of the Guil, and in the lateral valleys which join it, there are, in some places close to the mountain barrier which divides France from Italy, other villages and hamlets, such as Arvieux, San Veran, Fongilarde, &c., the inhabitants of which, though they concealed their faith subsequent to the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes, never conformed to Roman Catholicism, but took the earliest opportunity of declaring themselves openly so soon as the dark period of persecution had passed by.
Isa. What a misfortune it was, that I should not know this before, but shou'd discover my want of so necessary a piece of Grandeur. Jac. And nothing, but being fuddled, will redeem her Credit. Guil. Come fall to, old Boy, thou art not merry; what, have we none that can give us a Song? Ant.
Hold, my Honour's concerned. Fran. Not at all, Father mine, she's my Wife, my Lumber now, and, I hope, I may dispose of my Goods and Chattels if he takes her we are upon equal terms, for he makes himself my Cuckold, as he has already made me his; for, if my memory fail me not, we did once upon a time consummate, as my Daughter has it. Enter Guiliom in his own dress; crying Chimney-Sweep. Guil.
I cannot brook a Rival in my Love, the rustling Pole of my Affection is too strong to be resisted. Runs raging up and down the Stage with his Sword in his hand. Isa. I cannot think, my Lord, so mean a Beauty can so suddenly charm a Heart so great as yours. Guil. Oh! you're mistaken, as soon as I cast my eyes upon the Full-moon of your Countenance, I was struck blind and dumb. Fran.
'Tis my duty to stand, my Lord. Guil. Nay, you shall sit. Enter Antonio. Ant. Good day, Sir, I hope you will not chide my tardiness, I have a little overslept my self, and am ashamed to see my lovely Bride, and all this worthy Company attend. Isa. No marrying to day, Sir. Fran. No, Sir, no marrying to day. Ant. How, do I dream, or hear this from Francisco? Guil. How now, Fellow, what art thou?
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