Alon. Any thing but seeing my Mistress.
Lov. I’ll have mercy upon thee, and fetch her to thee. [Ex. Lovis.
Car. Sir, you must know, that we suffer not our Women in Spain to converse so frequently with your Sex, and that thro a cautious—well consider’d prudent—Consideration.
Alon. But, Sir, do you consider what an impatient thing a young Lover is? Or is it so long since you were one your self, you have forgot it? ’Tis well he wanted Words. [Enter Euphemia and Lovis.] But yonder’s Euphemia, whose Beauty is sufficient to excuse every Defect in the whole Family, tho each were a mortal sin; and now ’tis impossible to guard my self longer from those fair Eyes. [Aside.
Car. I must not urge him to speak much before Euphemia, lest she discover he wants Wit by his much Tongue: [Aside.
There’s my Daughter, Sir, go and salute her.
Alon. Oh, I thank you for that, Sir. [He stands ridiculously looking on her.
Car. You must be bold, Sir.
Alon. Well, Sir, since you command me— [Goes rudely to kiss her.
Car. I did not mean kissing by saluting.