Fran.  That you might receive a Lover,—­’tis plain—­and my Indignation’s high.

Jul.  Heav’n knows I meant—­

Fran.  Only to cuckold me a little,—­get you in,—­where I will swear thee by Bell, Book and Candle,—­get you in, I say,—­go, go,—­I’ll watch for your Lover, and tell him how unkind he was to stay so long, I will.—­

[Ex.  Julia, he stands just in the door, Carlos advances.

Car.  I hear no noise, sure ’twas he,—­and he’s gone in—­ To reap those Joys he knows not how to value, And I must languish for; I’ll stay a little—­perhaps Jacinta may return again, for anything belonging to my Julia is dear, even to my Soul.

[Goes just to the door, Fran. bolts out on him.

Fran.  Who’s there?—­what wou’d you have?—­who wou’d you speak to?—­who do you come from?—­and what’s your business?

Car.  Hah, ’tis the Sot himself;—­my name is Carlos.

Fran. Carlos! what Father of Belzebub sent him hither?—­a plain case;—­I’ll murder her out of hand.

Car.—­And I wou’d speak to any body, Friend, that belongs to the fair Clara,—­if you are any of this house.

Fran.  Only the Cuckold of the house, that’s all;—­my name, Sir, is Francisco; but you, perhaps, are better acquainted with my Wife.

Car. Francisco, let me embrace you, my noble Brother, and chide you, that you wou’d not visit me.
                [Going to embrace him, he flies off.

Fran.  And bring my Wife along with me.

Car.  Both had been welcome—­and all I have, you shou’d command.

Fran.  For my Wife’s sake—­what if I shou’d pistol him now;—­and I am damnably provok’d to’t, had I but Courage to shoot off one. [Aside.

Car.  Methinks you make not so kind returns as my Friendship to you, and the Alliance shall be between us, deserves.

Fran.  I am something ill-bred, I confess, Sir;—­’tis dark, and if I shou’d do’t no body wou’d know ’twas I. [Aside.

Car.  I fear there’s some Misunderstanding between us, pray let us go in a while, I’ll talk you from your error.
                      [Offers to go, he gets between him and the door.

Fran.  Between us, Sir! oh Lord, not in the least, Sir, I love and honour you so heartily—­I’d be content to give you to the Devil, but the noise of the Pistol wou’d discover the business. [Aside.

Car.  Come, let’s in, and talk a while.

Fran.  I’m sorry I cannot do’t, Sir, we are something incommoded being not at our own house.

Car.  Brother, I am afraid you are a little inclined to be jealous, that will destroy all Friendship.—­

Fran.  So, how finely the Devil begins to insinuate!