[Ex. Julia, he stands just in the door, Carlos advances.
Car. I hear no noise, sure ‘twas he,—and he’s gone in— To reap those Joys he knows not how to value, And I must languish for; I’ll stay a little—perhaps Jacinta may return again, for anything belonging to my Julia is dear, even to my Soul.
[Goes just to the door, Fran. bolts out on him.
Fran. Who’s there?—what wou’d you have?—who wou’d you speak to?—who do you come from?—and what’s your business?
Car. Hah, ‘tis the Sot himself;—my name is Carlos.
Fran. Carlos! what Father of Belzebub sent him hither?—a plain case;—I’ll murder her out of hand.
Car.—And I wou’d speak to any body, Friend, that belongs to the fair Clara,—if you are any of this house.
Fran. Only the Cuckold of the house, that’s all;—my name, Sir, is Francisco; but you, perhaps, are better acquainted with my Wife.
Car. Francisco, let me embrace you, my noble Brother, and chide you, that you wou’d not visit me. [Going to embrace him, he flies off.
Fran. And bring my Wife along with me.