Car. And such a one I have in my head: Guzman, my Servant, knows a fellow here in Cadiz, whom for his pleasant humour I have oft observ’d, as I have past the Streets, but too mean to be convers’d with, by almost any human thing, by Trade a Chimney-Sweeper.
Ant. On, Sir, I beseech you.
Car. This Fellow’s of a quick Wit and good Apprehension, though possibly he cannot act the Don so well, yet that which makes up the best part of our young Gallants now a-days, he shall not want; that is, good Clothes, Money, and an Equipage,—and a little Instruction will serve turn.
Ant. I’m ravisht with the Fancy;—let me see—he shall be an English Lord, or a French Count.
Car. Either, we’ll furnish him with Bills on Signior Don Francisco, —Men and Baggage, and the business is done—he shall make Love to her.
Ant. Most excellent.
Car. Guzman, have you not observ’d this Fellow I am speaking of.
Guz. Observ’d him, Sir! I know him particularly, I’ll fetch him to you now, Sir; he always stands for new Imployment with the rest of his Gang under St. Jago’s Church-wall.
Car. Bring him anon to my Lodgings, where we’ll prepare him for the Adventure.
Ant. And if the proud Isabella bite not at so gay a bait, I’ll be bound to be married to her.