Euph. If it should not, let us consider what next to do.
Alon. No consideration, Euphemia; not so much as that we are married, lest it lessen our Joys.
Car. Twelve thousand Crowns a Year!—Sir, I cry you mercy, and wish you joy with my Daughter.
Lov. So his Courage will down with him now.
Alon. To satisfy you farther, Sir, read this. [Gives him another Paper.
And now, Euphemia, prepare your self to receive some gallant Friends of mine, whom you must be acquainted with, and who design to make a merry Night on’t.
Euph. A whole Night, Alonzo?
Alon. By no means, Euphemia, for the first too, which if the thoughts of its being part of my Duty do not hinder, will be a pleasant enough to me.
Car. So considerable an Office at Court too!—Let me imbrace you, Sir; and tell you how happy I am in so brave Son-in-law.
Alon. With that assurance, Sir, I’ll take a more than ordinary freedom with you, and teach Euphemia a franker way of living, than what a native Spaniard would have allow’d her.