Jul. Mercy, dread Sir, I beg my Husband’s life.
Car. No more,—this fair one bids you live,—henceforth, Francisco, I pronounce you a Widower, and shall regard you, for the time to come, as the deceased Husband of the Great Sultana, murmur not upon pain of being made an Eunuch—take him away.
Jul. Go, and be satisfied, I’ll die before I’ll yield.
Fran. Is this my going to Sea?—the Plague of losing Battels light on thee.
When ill success shall make thee idle lie,
Mayst thou in bed be impotent as I.
Car. Command our Slaves to give us some diversion; Dismiss his Chains, and use him with respect, because he was the Husband of our beloved Sultana.
Fran. I see your Cuckold might have a life good enough if he cou’d be contented. [They pull off his Chains.
[Carlos and Julia sit under an Umbrella.
The SONG.
How strangely does my Passion grow,
Divided equally twixt two?
Damon had ne’er subdued my Heart,
Had not Alexis took his part:
Nor cou’d Alexis_ powerful prove,
Without my_ Damon’s _aid, to gain my Love.