Fran. Hum—this Turkey Air has a notable faculty, where the Women are all plaguy kind.
Enter Carlos and Julia.
Car. By Heav’n, each Moment makes me more your Slave.
Fran. The Business is done.
Jul. My Husband! [Aside.
Car. And all this constant love to old Francisco has but engaged me more.
Fran. Ha, Love to me? [Aside.
Jul. Sir, if this Virtue be but real in you, how happy I shou’d be; but you’ll relapse again, and tempt my virtue, which if you do—
Fran. I’ll warrant she wou’d kill herself. [Aside.
Jul. I should be sure to yield. [In a soft tone to him.