Ant.  I knew I had a Rival, Sir, whom Clara lov’d not; but ne’er cou’d get it from her who he was, for fear of mischief:  I have often the Liberty to see her, under the name and pretence of Isabella’s Lover.

Car.  And I visit her only to get a sight of Julia, which hitherto has been impossible, though I have oft endeavour’d it.  I beg you’ll not be jealous; for this, by Heav’n, is only my Design.

Ant.  I’ll trust my Life, my Honour and my Mistress in so good hands at any time.

Car.  You oblige me; but though I find your Clara cold and cruel, Isabella would invite me to her Love, and makes so many kind advances to me—­

Ant.  So would she for your Title, were you deform’d, and had no shape of Man about you; but me, because a little Citizen and Merchant, she so reviles, calling me base Mechanick, saucy Fellow; and wonders where I got the Impudence to speak of Love to her—­in fine, I am resolved to be reveng’d on all her Pride and Scorn; by Heav’n, I will invent some dire Revenge:—­I’m bent upon’t, and will about it instantly.

Car.  And would you do it home and handsomly, and have a good occasion of being disengaged from her, and make her self the instrument?

Ant.  Ay, such a Plot were worth the Prosecution.

Car.  And such a one I have in my head:  Guzman, my Servant, knows a fellow here in Cadiz, whom for his pleasant humour I have oft observ’d, as I have past the Streets, but too mean to be convers’d with, by almost any human thing, by Trade a Chimney-Sweeper.

Ant.  On, Sir, I beseech you.

Car.  This Fellow’s of a quick Wit and good Apprehension, though possibly he cannot act the Don so well, yet that which makes up the best part of our young Gallants now a-days, he shall not want; that is, good Clothes, Money, and an Equipage,—­and a little Instruction will serve turn.

Ant.  I’m ravisht with the Fancy;—­let me see—­he shall be an English Lord, or a French Count.

Car.  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.  Bring him anon to my Lodgings, where we’ll prepare him for the Adventure.

Ant.  And if the proud Isabella bite not at so gay a bait, I’ll be bound to be married to her.

Car.  And if she do not, possibly that may be your Fate—­but in return, you must let Clara know the Design I have, and, undeceiving her opinion of my Love, make her of our Party.