Cla. So large a Freedom shall my Virtue prove,
       I’ll trust my Honour with Antonio’s Love.

[They go in.

[Ex.  Jacinta laughing.

ACT III.

SCENE I. Don Carlos’ house.

Enter Don Carlos in his Night-gown, Antonio,
and Guzman with Clothes.

Car.  All night with Clara say’st thou? that was lucky; But was she kind, my friend?

Ant.  As I desir’d, or Honour wou’d permit her; Nor wou’d I press her farther.

Car.  A very moderate Lover.

Ant.  For some part of my Virtue, Sir, I owe to you; in midst of all my Love, even in the kindest moments of Delight, my Joys were broken by concern for you.—­Julia this day, or very suddenly, leaves Cadiz.

Car.  By Heaven, and so will Carlos then; for I’m so resolutely bent to possess that dear Creature, That I will do’t with hazard of my Life, Expence of Fortune, or what’s dear to me.

Guz.  And how wou’d you reward that politick head, that shou’d contrive the means to bring this handsomly about; not for an a hour, or a night, but even as long as you please, with freedom; without the danger of venturing your honourable neck, in showing Feats of Activity three stories high, with a Dagger in one hand, and a Pistol in t’other, like a Ropedancer?

Car.  But how?  Thou talkest of Impossibilities.

Ant.  Dost think she’ll e’er consent to quit her Husband?

Guz.  No, Heaven forbid, I am too good a Christian to part Man and Wife; but being naturally inclined to works of Charity, I will with one project I have in this noddle of mine,—­make old Francisco a Cuckold, accommodate my Lord and Julia, serve you, Sir,—­and give our selves a good Scene of Mirth.

Car.  Thou amazest me.

Guz.  If I do’t not, send me to the Galleys; nay, and so far cure the Jealousy of the old Fellow, that from a rigid suspicious troublesom Fool, he shall become so tame and gentle a Husband,—­that he shall desire you to favour him so much as to lie with his dear Wife.

Car.  By what strange Witchcraft shall this be brought to pass?

Guz.  E’en honest Invention, Sir, good Faith, listen and believe:—­When he goes, he certainly goes by Sea, to save the charges of Mules.

Ant.  Right, I heard him say so; in the Galley that lies in the Port.

Guz.  Good, there is a Galley also, in the Harbour, you lately took from the Turks; Habits too were taken in her enough to furnish out some forty or fifty as convenient Turks as a man wou’d wish at the Devil.

Car.  Ah, Rogue, I begin to apprehend already.

Guz.  Our Turkish Galley thus man’d, I’ll put to Sea, and about a League from Land, with a sham-fight set on that of Old Francisco, take it, make ’em all Slaves, clap the Old Fellow under hatches, and then you may deal with the fair Slave his Wife, as Adam did with Eve.