[Exit.
Enter Sir Jealous with a Letter in his Hand.
Sir Jeal. So, this is some Comfort, this tells me that Seignior Don Diego Babinetto is safely arriv'd, he shall marry my Daughter the Minute he comes, ha. What's here [takes up the Letter Patch drop'd] a Letter! I don't know what to make of the Superscription. I'll see what's within side, [opens it] humph; 'tis Hebrew I think. What can this mean. There must be some trick in it; this was certainly design'd for my Daughter, but I don't know that she can speak any Language but her Mother-Tongue. No matter for that, this may be one of Love's Hieroglyphicks, and I fancy I saw Patch's Tail sweep by. That Wench may be a Slut, and instead of guarding my Honour, betray it; I'll find it out I'm resolv'd; who's there? What Answer did you bring from the Gentlemen I sent you to invite?
Serv. That they'd all wait of you, Sir, as I told you before, but I suppose you forget, Sir.
Sir Jeal. Did I so, Sir, but I shan't forget to break your Head, if any of 'em come, Sir.
Serv. Come, Sir, why did not you send me to desire their Company, Sir?
Sir Jeal. But I send you now to desire their Absence; say I have something extraordinary fallen out, which calls me abroad, contrary to Expectation, and ask their Pardon, and d'ye hear, send the Butler to me.
Serv. Yes, Sir.
[Exit.
Enter Butler.