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Hum, so, so, like Fire conceal'd in a Tinderbox, I shall run mad. Car. Is she witty? Fran. Enter Guzman, bringing in Julia, Clara, Isabella, Jacinta, Guiliom, Antonio, &c. Women veil'd. Car. Isa. Dost think, Jacinta, he'll chuse me? Jac. I'll warrant you, Madam, if he looks with my Eyes. Guz. Guil.
Turning over the leaves, he finds a reference to Bunder Guz, and reads out the story of a certain "gimlet-tailed fly" that makes life a burden to the unwary traveller who elects to linger there on the Caspian shore.
But a great calamity befel this Lion. He had an only son. When he first led the boy to the wars, he charged him never to shrink from the enemy, but to cut his way through the very midst. One day Guz Beg had ridden into the thick of the Russian soldiers, when suddenly a ball pierced his horse, and he was thrown headlong on the ground. There lay the Lion among the hunters.
An please the Lord, I'll let my nails grow against that direful day. Isa. And so will I, for I'm resolv'd none should ravish me but the great Turk. Guz. Come, Ladies, you are Dishes to be serv'd up to the board of the Grand Seignior. Isa. Why, will he eat us all? Guz. A slice of each, perhaps, as he finds his Appetite inclin'd. Isa.
Fran. Oh, Monster of a Grand Seignior! Guz. Have you a mind to be flead, Sir? Car. Fran. His Handkerchief! bless me, what does he mean? Guz. To do her the honour to lie with her to night. Fran. Guz. Slave, darest thou interrupt 'em, die, Dog. Fran. Hold, hold, I'm silent. Car. I love you, fair one, and design to make you Fran. A most notorious Strumpet. A Pox of his Courtesy. Car.
He's here, and with his Wife; how shall I do to deliver my Letter to her; Sir, by the order of my Master, Don Carlos, the Governour, I am commanded to come hither to the end that, going from hence, and returning to my Master, I may be able to inform him Fran. Guz. Farther, Sir, he kisses your hand, with a more than ordinary friendship. Fran. Guz.
Say you so, then 'tis time for me to look about me. Jul. But will you go out so late, Love? indeed some hurt will come to thee. Fran. Go, get you to your Chambers. SCENE II. Changes to the Street. Enter Carlos, Antonio. Car. I wonder where this Man of mine should be, whom I sent this Evening with my Letter to Julia. What art thou? Enter Guzman, runs against Carlos. Guz.
Why, 'tis the great Turk, a Queen of Turkey. Isa. Guil. May I believe thee, but when thou seest the difference, alas, I am but a Chimney hum, nothing to a great Turk. Isa. Is he so rare a thing? Guz. Jul. Alas, what shall we poor Women do? Men. Isa. We must e'en have patience, Madam, and be ravisht. Cla. Ravisht! Heavens forbid. Jac.
Either, we'll furnish him with Bills on Signior Don Francisco, Men and Baggage, and the business is done he shall make Love to her. Ant. Most excellent. Car. Guzman, have you not observ'd this Fellow I am speaking of. Guz. Observ'd him, Sir! I know him particularly, I'll fetch him to you now, Sir; he always stands for new Imployment with the rest of his Gang under St. Jago's Church-wall. Car.
I have, Antonio, besides your particular Revenge, one of my own to act by this deceit, since all my Industry to see the charming Julia has hitherto been vain, I have resolv'd upon a new project, if this False Count pass upon 'em, as I doubt not but he will, and that he gets admittance into the House, I'll pass for one of his Domesticks. Enter Guzman and Guiliom. Guz. Here's the Fellow, Sir. Ant.
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