Jac. I’ll see if I can bring her.—
Enter Francisco.
Fran. A proud ungracious Flirt,—a Lord with a Pox! here’s a fine business, i’faith, that she should be her own Carver,—well I’ll home, and thunder her together with a vengeance.
Car. Who’s here? sure this is he indeed; I’ll step aside, lest my being seen give him an occasion of jealousy, and make him affront his Wife. [Goes aside as Fran. was going in.
Enter Julia.
Fran. Hum, what have we here, a Woman?
Jul. Heavens! what, not gone yet, my Dear?
Fran. So, so, ‘tis my confounded Wife, who expecting some body wou’d have me gone now.
Jul. Are you not satisfied with all I’ve said, With all the Vows I’ve made, Which here anew, in sight of Heaven, I breathe?
Fran. Yes, yes, you can promise fair, but hang him that trusts ye.