Car. Set ‘em by, we’ll consider of their ransoms—now unveil the Ladies. [Guzman unveils Jacinta.
Fran. Oh, dear Wife, now or never show thy Love, make a damnable face upon the filthy Ravisher,—glout thy Eyes thus—and thrust out thy upper lip, thus.— [Guzman presents Jacinta.
Guil. Oh, dear Isabella, do thee look like a Dog too.
Isa. No, Sir, I’m resolv’d I’ll not lose an Inch of my Beauty, to save so trifling a thing as a Maiden head.
Car. Very agreeable, pretty and chearful—
[She is veil’d and set by: Then Clara is unveil’d.
A most divine bud of Beauty—all Nature’s Excellence—drawn to the life in little,—what are you, fair one?
Cla. Sir, I’m a Maid.
Fran. So, I hope he will pitch upon her.
Cla. Only, by promise, Sir, I’ve given my self away.