Jul. Go, go, and pray be satisfyed with my eternal Love.—
Fran. How fain she’d have me gone now; ah, subtle Serpent! is not this plain demonstration,—I shall murder her, I find the Devil great with me. [Aside still.
Jul.—What is’t thou pausest on?
Fran. The wicked Dissimulation of villainous Woman. [Aloud to her.
Jul. Francisco!
Fran. Oh thou Monster of Ingratitude, have I caught thee? You’d have me gone, wou’d ye? ay, to Heaven, I believe, like a wicked Woman as you are, so you were rid of me. Go,—and be satisfyed of my eternal love —ah, Gipsey,—no, Gentlewoman, I am a tuff bit, and will hold you tugging till your heart ake.
Jul. Why, was there such hurt in desiring you to go that you might make haste back again,—Oh, my fears!
Fran. That you might receive a Lover,—’tis plain—and my Indignation’s high.
Jul. Heav’n knows I meant—
Fran. Only to cuckold me a little,—get you in,—where I will swear thee by Bell, Book and Candle,—get you in, I say,—go, go,—I’ll watch for your Lover, and tell him how unkind he was to stay so long, I will.—