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Since he's to marry my Sister, why shou'd you refuse him that Civility. Fran. Your Sister, so much the worse. Jul. So much the worse? Fran.
But on Arthur's lips there was a serene smile; he turned his eyes from Philip to Camilla, and murmured, "She will repay you!" A pause, and the mother's shriek rang through the room! Robert Beaufort raised his face from his hands. His son was dead! "Jul. And what reward do you propose? It must be my love." The Double Marriage.
You shall be call'd the beautiful Sultana, And rule in my Seraglio drest with Jewels. Fran. Sure, I shall burst with Vengeance. Jul. Sir, let your Virtue regulate your Passions; For I can ne'er love any but my Husband. Fran. Ah, dissembling Witch! Jul. And wou'd not break my Marriage Vows to him, For all the honour you can heap upon me. Fran.
Barlow's activity in search of Sidney; and his painful anxiety to discover one so dear and so mysteriously lost was the only cause of uneasiness apparent in the brightening Future. The day that he read it he disappeared. "Jul.... Good lady, love him! You have a noble and an honest gentleman. I ever found him so.
No more, this fair one bids you live, henceforth, Francisco, I pronounce you a Widower, and shall regard you, for the time to come, as the deceased Husband of the Great Sultana, murmur not upon pain of being made an Eunuch take him away. Jul. Go, and be satisfied, I'll die before I'll yield. Fran. Is this my going to Sea? the Plague of losing Battels light on thee.
Enter Julia and Jacinta. Bal. Wou'd I had never married her to this Sot. Jul. Your pleasure, Sir. Fran. Only to see thee, Love. Jul. I have a Suit to you. Fran. What is't, my Chicken. Jul. I wou'd go make a Visit to my Aunt, my Sister Clara's there, and I'll go fetch her home. Fran. Hum perhaps the Governor's there too? Jul.
SCENE III. The inside of the House. Enter Clara, Julia, Antonio, Jacinta running to 'em. Jac. He has seen Don Carlos, and they have been in great discourse together, I cou'd not hear one word, but you'll have it at both ears anon, I'll warrant you. Ha, he's coming. Enter Francisco. Cla. Jac. Fran. So the Plot's at last discover'd, he was a Cavalier of his Parole. Jul. Who speak you of? Fran.
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.
Most potent Lord, I do, and wonder at the Compliment, and yet I am not jealous I have so overacted the complaisant Husband, that I shall never fall into the other Extreme again. Car. Go, let the Christian Governor understand his Request is granted. Guz. The Slaves are ready, Sir, and a Galley to carry off the Christians. Jul. How shall we make this Governor amends? Fran.
Ah, what a graceful Mein he has! how fine his Conversation! ah, the difference between him and a filthy Citizen! Jul. Car. Fran. Bills for so many thousands. Jac. He has you in his eye already. Isa. Ah, Jacinta, thou flatterest me. Jac. Car. That other's my Mistress, couldst thou but keep this old Fellow in discourse whilst I give her the sign to retire a little. Guil.
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