Fran. May be you are, Sir—but Youth you know— Opportunity—Occasion—or so—there are Winks, and Nods, and Signs, and Twirs—and—well—in short I am satisfied, and they that are not may go whistle: and so I’ll to my Wife, whom I have left too long alone, evil thoughts will grow upon her—Wife, Love—Duckling— [Calls her.
Enter Julia and Jacinta.
Bal. Wou’d I had never married her to this Sot.
Jul. Your pleasure, Sir.
Fran. Only to see thee, Love.
Jul. I have a Suit to you.
Fran. What is’t, my Chicken.
Jul. I wou’d go make a Visit to my Aunt, my Sister Clara’s there, and I’ll go fetch her home.
Fran. Hum—perhaps the Governor’s there too?
Jul. What if he be? we ought to make him a visit too, who so kindly sent for us to Cadiz.