Guz. The Emperor asks if thou art married, Fellow.
Fran. Hah—Married—I was, an’t like your Monsterousness, but, I doubt, your People have spoiled my Property.
Guz. His Wife, with other Ladies, in a Pavillion in the Garden, attend your Royal pleasure.
Car. Go, fetch her hither presently.
[Ex. Guz.
1st Turk. This is no common Honour, that the Great Turk deigns to speak your Language; ‘tis to sign you’ll rise.
Fran. Yes, by the height of a pair of Horns.
Car. Is she handsom?
Fran. Oh, what an Ague shakes my Heart,—handsom! alas, no, dread Sir; what shou’d such a deform’d Polecat as I do with a handsom Wife?
Car. Is she young?