Jacin. Why he that came to spoil all; who shou'd it be?
Don Guz. Pr'ythee be serious with me if thou can'st, for one small Moment, and advise me which Way I shall take to convince her of my Innocence, that it was I that came to do her Service.
Jacin. Why, you both came to do her Service, did not you?
Don Guz. Still trifling.
Jacin. No, by my Troth, not I.
Don Guz. Then turn thy Thoughts to ease me in my Torment, and be my faithful Witness to her, that Heaven and Hell and all their Wrath I imprecate, if ever once I knew one fleeting Thought that durst propose to me so impious an Attempt. No, Jacinta, I love her well; but love with that Humility, whatever Misery I feel, my Torture ne'er shall urge me on to seize more than her Bounty gives me leave to take.
Jacin. And the Murrain take such a Lover, and his Humility both, say I. Why, sure, Sir, you are not in earnest in this Story; are you?
Don Guz. Why dost thou question it?
Jacin. Because I really and seriously thought you innocent.
Don Guz. Innocent! What dost thou mean?