Guz.  Lady, he is his own Carver, a good word by the bye, or so, will do well, and I am—­a Favorite—­

Isa.  Are you so? here, take this Jewel,—­in earnest of greater
Favours—­
             [Gives him a Jewel.

[Exeunt all.

SCENE II. A Garden.

Enter Don Carlos and Lopez.

Car.  But, why so near the Land? by Heaven, I saw each action of the Fight, from yonder grove of Jessamine; and doubtless all beheld it from the Town.

Lop.  The Captain, Sir, design’d it so, and at the Harbour gave it out those two Galleys were purposely prepared to entertain the Count and the Ladies with the representation of a Sea-fight; lest the noise of the Guns should alarm the Town, and, taking it for a real fight, shou’d have sent out Supplies, and so have ruin’d our Designs.

Car.  Well, have we all things in readiness?

Lop.  All, Sir, all.

    Enter Page.

Page.  My Lord, a Barge from the Galley is just arriv’d at the Garden-Stairs.

    Enter Guzman.

Car.  I’ll retire then, and fit me for my part of this Farce.

Guz.  My Lord, you must retire, they’re just bringing the Old Gentleman ashore.

Car.  Prithee how does he take his Captivity?

Guz.  Take it, Sir! he has cast himself into a Fit, and has lain like one in a Trance this half hour; ’tis impossible for him to speak Sense this fortnight; I’ll secure his Reason a play-day for so long at least; your Servants, in Turkish habits, are now his Guards, who will keep him safe enough from hindering your designs with Julia.

Car.  Whatever you do, have a care you do not overfright the Coxcomb, and make a Tragedy of our Comedy.

Guz.  I’ll warrant you, Sir, mind your Love-affairs,—­he’s coming in,—­retire, Sir.—­

[Ex.  Car. and Page and Lop.

Enter some Turks with the body of Francisco in chains,
and lay him down on a Bank.

1st Turk.  Christian, so ho ho, Slave, awake.—­
                                  [Rubbing and calling him.

Fran.  Hah! where am I?—­my Wife,—­my Wife—­where am I?—­hah! what are you?—­Ghosts,—­Devils,—­Mutes,—­no answer?—­hah, bound in chains, —­Slaves, where am I?

1st Turk.  They understand not your Language; but I, who am a Renegade Spaniard, understand you when you speak civilly, which I advise you to do.

Fran.  Do you know me, Friend?

1st Turk.  I know you to be a Slave, and the Great Turk’s Slave too.

Fran.  The Great Turk,—­the Great Devil, why, where am I, Friend?

1st Turk.  Within the Territories of the Grand Seignior, and this a Palace of Pleasure, where he recreates himself with his Mistresses.