Jac. Ah, nothing but a great gilt Coach will become it.
Cla. With six Spanish Mares.—
Jac. And embroidered Trappings.
Cla. With four Lackeys.
Jac. And a Page at the tail on’t.
Cla. She’s evidently design’d for a Person of Quality.
Isa. Besides I have so natural an Inclination for a Don, that if my Father do force me to marry this small Creature of a Merchant, I shall make an Intrigue with some body of Quality.
Cla. Cou’d you but manage it well, and keep it from Antonio.
Isa. Keep it from Antonio,—is it think you for a little silly Cit, to complain when a Don does him the Honour to visit his Lady? Marry, that were pretty.
Enter Francisco, and Lopez.