Fran. A Pox of his Compliments.— [Aside.
Guz. But he charg’d me, Sir, most passionately to present his Service to your Lady.
Fran. Yes, yes; I thought as much.
Guz.—In a more particular manner.
Fran. Friend, my Wife, or Lady, has no need of his Service in a more particular manner, and so you may return it.
Jac. Indeed, but she has great need of his service in a very particular manner.
Guz. Sir, I meant no hurt, but ‘tis always the fashion of your true bred Courtier, to be more ceremonious in his Civilities to Ladies than Men;—and he desires to know how she does.
Fran. How strong this Carlos smells of the Devil—Friend, tell your Master she’s very well, but since she was married, she has forgot her gentile Civility and good Manners, and never returns any Compliments to Men.
Guz.—How shall I get it to her?—Sir, the Governor hopes he shall have the honour of entertaining you both at his House. He’s impatient of your coming, and waits at home on purpose.
Fran. Friend, let your Master know we are here in very good quarters already, and he does us both too much honour; and that if we have notice of the Wedding-day, and I have nothing else to do, we’ll certainly wait on him, and the next morning we intend to take our leaves, which I send him word of beforehand to prevent surprize.