Ant.  Trust my Friendship, Sir, and Management.  I’ll to her instantly, that is, make a visit to Isabella, and get an opportunity to speak with Clara.

Car.  And I must write a Letter to Julia, to undeceive her Fears too, could I but get it to her.

Guz.  For that let me alone.

[Exeunt severally, bowing.

SCENE II. A Chamber.

Enter Julia and Jacinta.

Jac.  Lord, Madam, you are as melancholy as a sick Parrot.

Jul.  And can you blame me, Jacinta? have I not many Reasons to be sad? first have I not lost the only Man on earth in Don Carlos, that I cou’d love? and worse than that, am married to a Thing, fit only for his Tomb; a Brute, who wanting sense to value me, treats me more like a Prisoner than a Wife?—­and his Pretence is, because I should not see nor hear from Don Carlos.

Jac.  Wou’d I were in your room, Madam, I’d cut him out work enough, I’d warrant him; and if he durst impose on me, i’faith, I’d transform both his Shape and his Manners; in short, I’d try what Woman-hood cou’d do.  And indeed, the Revenge wou’d be so pleasant, I wou’d not be without a jealous Husband for all the World; and really, Madam, Don Carlos is so sweet a Gentleman.

Jul.  Ay, but the Sin, Jacinta!

Jac.  O’ my Conscience, Heav’n wou’d forgive it; for this match of yours, with old Francisco, was never made there.

Jul.  Then if I wou’d, alas, what opportunities have I, for I confess since his first Vows made him mine—­

Jac.  Right—­that lying with old Francisco is flat Adultery.

Jul.  I might, with some excuse, give my self away to Carlos—­But oh, he’s false, he takes unjustly all the Vows he paid me, and gives ’em to my Sister Clara now.

Jac.  Indeed that’s something uncivil, Madam, if it be true.

Jul.  True! my Father has with joy consented to it, and he has leave to visit her; and can I live to see’t?  No, Mischief will ensue, my Love’s too high, too nicely true to brook Affronts like that.

Jac.  Yet you first broke with him.

Jul.  Not I; be witness, Heav’n, with what reluctancy I forc’d my breaking heart; and can I see that charming Body in my Sister’s Arms! that Mouth that has so oft sworn Love to me kist by another’s Lips! no, Jacinta, that night that gives him to another Woman, shall see him dead between the Charmer’s Arms.  My Life I hate, and when I live no more for Carlos, I’ll cease to be at all; it is resolv’d.

Jac.  Faith, Madam, I hope to live to see a more comical end of your Amours—­but see where your amiable Spouse comes with Don Baltazer your Father.

Enter Francisco and Baltazer.