Turk. Sir, boast the honour of the News I bring you.
Fran. Oh, my Head! how my Brows twinge.
Turk. The mighty Sultan, to do you honour, has set your Daughter and her Lover free, ransomless;—and this day gives ‘em liberty to solemnize the Nuptials in the Court;—but Christian Ceremonies must be private; but you’re to be admitted, and I’ll conduct you to ‘em.
Fran. Some Comfort, I shall be Father to a Viscount, and for the rest—Patience—
All Nations Cuckolds breed, but I deny
They had such need of Cuckolding as I.
[Goes out with the Turk.
Enter Antonio, and Clara to Jacinta.
Jac. Madam, the rarest sport—Ha, ha, ha.
Ant. You need not tell us, we have been witness to all. But to our own Affairs, my dearest Clara, Let us not lose this blessed opportunity, Which Art nor Industry can give again if this be idly lost.
Cla. Nay, hang me if it be my fault, Antonio: Charge it to the number of your own Sins; it shall not lie at my door.