—Know you this Carlos offers so fair for you?
Fran. Most potent Lord, I do, and wonder at the Compliment,—and yet I am not jealous—I have so overacted the complaisant Husband, that I shall never fall into the other Extreme again.
Car. Go, let the Christian Governor understand his Request is granted.
Guz. The Slaves are ready, Sir, and a Galley to carry off the Christians.
Jul. How shall we make this Governor amends?
Fran. I do even weep for joy; alas, I must leave it to thee, Love.
Jul. To me, Sir? do you mock me?
Fran. Mock thee! no; I know thy Virtue, and will no more be jealous, believe me, Chicken, I was an old Fool.
Car. Your Wife is chaste—she overcame my unruly Passion with her Prayers and Tears.
Enter Isabella at one door; Clara, Antonio, Jacinta,
at another; Isabella’s Train carried up.