Isa. Because you were my Lover once, when I’m Queen I’ll pardon you.
[Guzman unveils her, and leads her to Carlos, she making
ridiculous actions of Civility.
Car. What aukard, fond, conceited thing art thou? Veil her, and take the taudry Creature hence.
Guil. Hum—your Majesty’s humble Servant.
[Putting off his Hat ridiculously.
Fran. How! refuse my Daughter too! I see the Lot of a Cuckold will fall to my share.
Guz. This is the Wife, Great Sir, of this old Slave. [Unveils Julia.
Car. Hah! what do I see, by Mahomet, she’s fair.
Fran. So, so, she’s condemn’d; oh, damn’d Mahometan Cannibal! will nothing but raw flesh serve his turn.
Car. I’ll see no more,—here I have fix’d my heart.
Fran. Oh, Monster of a Grand Seignior!