Sir Jeal. Nay, I know this Town swarms with them.
Sir Geo. Ay, and then you know the Spaniards are naturally Amorous, but very Constant, the first Face fixes 'em, and it may be dangerous to let him ramble e'er he is tied.
Char. Well hinted.
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Sir Jeal. Pat to my Purpose— Well, Sir, there is but one thing more, and they shall be married instantly.
Char. Pray Heaven, that one thing more don't spoil all.
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Sir Jeal. Don Pedro writ me Word in his last but one, that he design'd the Sum of Five Thousand Crowns by way of Joynture for my Daughter; and that it shou'd be paid into my Hand upon the Day of Marriage.
Char. Oh! the Devil.
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