I seize this precious gage.
Vict. Then thank my father;
He may dispose of all things but my heart,
And that's my own—[Aside.] Alas! I wish it were.
[Exeunt Ver. Xim. Cel. Gar. Vict. and all the Courtiers, Men and Women. The Guards follow: San. Carl. remain.
San. Good news; Carlos, the old Jew, is dead.
Carl. What Jew?
San. Why, the rich Jew, my father. He's gone to the bosom of Abraham his father, and I, his Christian son, am left sole heir. Now do I intend to be monstrously in love.
Carl. With whom, colonel?
San. That's not yet resolved, colonel; but with one of the court ladies. You may stand a man's friend, Carlos, in such a business.