—Oh, are you come? [Aside.
Car. Yes, and thank thee for the best moment of my Life—Hast thou contrived the Voyage then?
Guil. Take no care—come, haste on board—our Honour will not lose the Fresco of the Morning,—Follow me, Pages.
Page. At your heels, my Lord—
[Exeunt.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
Enter, as aboard the Ship, Guiliom, Isabella, Francisco, Julia,
Antonio, Clara, Jacinta, Pedro and his Wife, Pages.
Guil. Ladies and Gentlemen, you are very welcome aboard—Come, put off to Sea, Rogues, Scoundrels, Tarpaulins, to your Business, and then, every man his Bottle,—hey, Page, Rogues, where are my Men? Come, spread the Table—for we are very hungry.
Isa. Heav’ns, what a peculiar Grace there is in every word that comes from the Mouth of a Cavalier.