Isa. I cannot think, my Lord, so mean a Beauty can so suddenly charm a Heart so great as yours.
Guil. Oh! you’re mistaken, as soon as I cast my eyes upon the Full-moon of your Countenance, I was struck blind and dumb.
Fran. Ay, and deaf too, I’ll be sworn, he cou’d neither hear, see nor understand; this Love’s a miraculous thing.
Guil. And that Minute, the most renoun’d Don Gulielmo Roderigo de Chimeny Sweperio, became your Gally-Slave,—I say no more, but that I do love,—and I will love,—and that if you are but half so willing as I, I will dub you, Viscountess de Chimeny Sweperio.
Isa. I am in Heaven, ah! I die, Jacinta. How can I credit this, that am so much unworthy?
Guil. I’ll do’t, say no more, I’ll do’t.
Fran. Do’t, but, my Lord, and with what face can I put off Signior Antonio, hum.
Guil. Antonio,—hy, Pages, give order that Antonio be instantly run through the Lungs—d’ye hear?
Fran. Oh, hold, hold, my Lord! run through the Lungs!
Page. It shall be done, my Lord! but what Antonio?