Car. What happy Man cou’d claim a title in thee, And trust thee to such danger?
Isa. Heavens, shall I be defeated by this little Creature? What pity ’.was he saw me not first?
Cla. I dare not name him, Sir, lest this small Beauty which you say adorns me, shou’d gain him your displeasure; he’s in your presence, Sir, and is your Slave.
Car. Such Innocence this plain Confession shows, name me the man, and I’ll resign thee back to him.
Fran. A Pox of his Civility.
Ant. This Mercy makes me bold to claim my right. [Kneels.
Car. Take her, young Man, and with it both your Ransoms.
Guil. Hum—hum—very noble, i’faith, we’ll e’en confess our loves too, Isabella.
Isa. S’life, he’ll spoil all,—hold—pray let your Betters be serv’d before you.
Guil. How! Is the Honour of my Love despised?—wer’t not i’th presence of the Great Turk, for whom I have a reverence because he’s a man of quality—by Jove, I’d draw upon you.