Sir, there be many Spaniards born that are as rich as he, and have Wit too.
Car. She was ever very averse to this Marriage. [Aside.
This Man is half a Spaniard, his Mother was one, and my first Mistress, and she I can tell you, was a great Fortune—
Euph. I, Sir, but he is such a Fool—
Car. You are a worse, to find fault with that in a Husband.
Alon. Stand aside, Sir, are you to court your Daughter or I?
Car. I was inclining her—
Alon. You inclining her! an old Man wants Rhetorick; set me to her. [Goes to Euphemia.
Car. This capricious Humour was tolerable in him, Whilst I believ’d it the Effects of Folly, but now ’tis that of Valour: Oh, I tremble at the Sight of him. [Retires.
Euph. Now, I see you are a Cavalier of your Word.