Page.  What will your Honour please to have?

Guil.  A small rasher of delicate Bacon, Sirrah—­of about a Pound, or two, with a small Morsel of Bread—­round the Loaf, d’ye hear, quickly, Slaves.

Ant.  That’s gross meat, Sir, a pair of Quails—­or—­

Guil.  I thank you for that, i’faith, take your Don again, an you please, I’ll not be starv’d for ne’er a Don in Christendom.

Ant.  But you must study to refine your Manners a little.

Guil.  Manners! you shall pardon me for that; as if a Lord had not more privilege to be more saucy, more rude, impertinent, slovenly and foolish than the rest of his Neighbours, or Mankind.

Car.  Ay, ay, ’tis great.

Guil.  Your saucy Rudeness, in a Grandee, is Freedom; your Impertinence, Wit; your Sloven, careless; and your Fool, good natur’d; as least they shall pass so in me, I’ll warrant ye.

Car.  Well, you have your full Instructions; your Baggage, Bills and Letters, from Octavio the Sevilian Merchant.

Guz.  All, all, Sir, are ready, and his Lordship’s breakfast waits.

Car.  Which ended, we advance,
Just when Aurora rose from Thetis’ Bed,
Where he had wantoned a short Summer’s night,
Harness’d his bright hoov’d Horses to begin
His gilded course above the Firmament,
Out sallied Don Gulielmo Rodorigo de Chimney Sweperio, and so forth. 
Gad, this adventure of ours will be worthy to be sung in Heroick Rhime
Doggerel, before we have finisht it; Come—­
                                      [Goes out.

Guil.  Hey, Rogues, Rascals, Boys, follow me just behind.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.  Francisco’s house.

Enter Clara and Jacinta.

Jac.  Nay, I knew he would be civil, Madam, or I would have borne you Company; but neither my Mistress nor I, cou’d sleep one wink all Night, for fear of a Discovery in the Morning; and to save the poor Gentleman a tumbling Cast from the Window, my Mistress, just at day-break, feigned her self wondrous sick,—­I was called, desired to go to Signior Spadilio’s the Apothecary’s, at the next Door, for a Cordial; and so he slipt out;—­but the Story of this false Count pleases me extremely, and, if it should take, Lord, what mirth we shall have.  Ha, ha, ha, I can’t forbear with the thoughts on’t.

Cla.  And to see the Governor his Man?

Jac.  Ah, what a Jest that would be too—­Ha, ha, ha! but here comes Isabella; let’s puff up her Pride with Flatteries on her Beauty.

Enter Isabella looking in a Glass, and seeing her Face.