Guil. Fellow, I forgive thee,—here’s my hand to kiss in sign and token I am appeased. [Gives him his hand to kiss, ‘tis all black.
Ant. A Pox of his honourable hand, ‘t had like to have spoiled all, —well, since it must be so, I am content.
Guil. So, now Peace is concluded on, on all sides, what shall we do to day besides eating and drinking in abundance; for to morrow I shall get my self in order for my Marriage.
Cla. What thinks your Honour of taking the Air upon the Sea, in a Galley, a League or two?
Guil. With Fiddles, Drums and Trumpets, Westphalia hams and Pidgeons, and the like: Hey, Rogues, Scoundrels, Dogs.
Isa. Ah, how fine is every Action of a great Man!
Guil. Command a Galley to attend us presently. —You shall along, old Boy. [To Fran.
Fran. Alas, I must stay at home with my Wife, my Lord.
Guil. A Wife! have I a Mother-in-law too?—she must along with us, and take a frisk,—no denial.
Enter Carlos.