Car. She shall be forth-coming, Sir. Had you a good Passage? for the Seas and Winds regard no Man’s necessity.
Alon. No, no, a very ill one; your Daughter, Sir.
Car. Pray, how long were you at Sea?
Alon. Euphemia, Sir, Euphemia, your Daughter. This Don’s fuller of Questions than of Proverbs, and that’s a Wonder. [Aside.
Car. They say Flanders is a very fine Country, I never saw it; but—
Alon. Nor ’tis no matter, Sir, if you never do, so I saw your Daughter. He’ll catechize me home to my Dutch Parents by and by, of which I can give him no more account than— [Aside.
Car. Are they as dissatisfied with their new Governour, as they were with [Don John?] for they love change.
Alon. A Pox of their Government, I tell you I love your Daughter.
Car. I fear ’tis so, he’s valiant; and what a dangerous Quality is that in Spain! ’tis well he’s rich. [Aside.
Lov. Pray, Sir, keep him not long in Discourse, the Sea has made him unfit for—