Fran. What, from a Woman and a Wife? Lord, Lord, where are your Wits, good Father-in-Law? Why, what a Devil, shall I be made ridiculous, a Coxcomb, Cuckold, to shew my Wife? No, no, there’s no Necessity of your Civility, Mistress; leave that to me who understand the due Punctilios of it.
Bal. Harkye, Son, Harkye!
Fran. Father mine, every Man to his business, I say, therefore say no more of this; for I’ll give my Mother’s Son to the Devil, when any Wife of mine ever makes a Visit to the Governor; and there’s an end on’t. Was ever so horrid a Plot contriv’d against her own lawful Husband? Visit the Governor with a Pox!
Bal. ‘Tis an Honour due to all Men of his Rank.
Fran. I care not for that, my opinion is, my Wife’s my Slave, and let him keep his Rank to himself.
Enter Guzman.
[Fran. gets his Wife behind him, and fences her with his Cloke.
Guz. He’s here, and with his Wife; how shall I do to deliver my Letter to her;—Sir, by the order of my Master, Don Carlos, the Governour, I am commanded to come hither to the end that, going from hence, and returning to my Master, I may be able to inform him—
Fran. That I am in health,—very well, I was afraid he wou’d have been harping upon my Wife in the first place—the Devil take her, she looks for’t. [Makes signs to have her gone.
Guz. Farther, Sir, he kisses your hand, with a more than ordinary friendship.