why will ye prepossess yourself against a man that is master of all the charms you would desire in a husband.

Sir Jeal. Ay, look at him, Isabinda. Senhor pase vind adelante.

Cha. "My heart bleeds to see her grieve whom I "imagined would with joy receive me." Senhora obligue me vuestra merced de sa mano.

Sir Jeal. pulling up her head.] Hold up your head, hold up your head, hussy, and look at him. Is there a properer, handsomer, better shaped, fellow in England, ye jade you? Ha! see, see the obstinate baggage shuts her eyes; by St. Iago I have a good mind to beat 'em out. [Pushes her down. Isab. Do then, sir, kill me, kill me instantly;

'Tis much the kinder action of the two,

For 'twill be worse than death to wed him.

Sir Geo. Sir Jealous, you are too passionate. Give me leave, I'll try by gentle words to work her to your purpose.

Sir Jeal. I pray do, Mr. Meanwell, I pray do; she'll break my heart. [Weeps.] There is in that jewels of the value of three thousand pounds, which were her mother's, and a paper wherein I have settled one half of my estate upon her now, and the whole when I die, but provided she marries this gentleman, else by St. Iago I'll turn her out of doors to beg or starve. Tell her this, Mr. Meanwell, pray do. [Walks off. Sir Geo. Ha! this is beyond expectation-Trust to ne, sir, I'll lay the dangerous consequence of dis

obeying you at this juncture before her I warrant you.

"Cha. A sudden joy runs through my heart like a "propitious omen." [Aside. Sir Geo. Come, madam, do not blindly cast your life away just in the moment you would wish to save it.

Isab. Pray cease your trouble, sir; I have no wish but sudden death to free me from this hated Spaniard. If you are his friend, inform him what I say; my heart is given to another youth, whom I love with the same strength of passion that I hate this Diego, with whom, if I am forced to wed, my own hand shall cut the Gordian knot.

Sir Geo. Suppose this Spaniard, which you strive to shun, should be the very man to whom you'd fly? Isab. Ha!

Sir Geo. Would you not blame your rash resolve, and curse your eyes that would not look on Charles ?

Isab. On Charles! "Oh! you have inspired new ❝ life, and collected every wandering sense." Where is he? oh! let me fly into his arms. [Rises. Sir Geo. Hold, hold, hold. 'Sdeath! madam, you'll ruin all. Your father believes him to be signior Babinetto. Compose yourself a little, pray madam. [He runs to sir Jealous.

Cha. Her eyes declare she knows me.

[Aside.

Sir Geo. She begins to hear reason, sir; the fear of

being turned out of doors has done it.

[Runs back to Isabinda.

Isab. 'Tis he! Oh my ravish'd soul!

Sir Geo. Take heed, madam, you don't betray yourself. Seem with reluctance to consent, or you are undone. [Runs to sir Jealous.] Speak gently to her, sir; I'm sure she'll yield; I see it in her face.

Sir Jeal. Well, Isabinda, can you refuse to bless a father whose only care is to make you happy, as Mr. Meanwell has informed you? Come, wipe thy eyes; nay, pr'ythee do, or thou wilt break thy father's heart. See, thou bring'st the tears in mine, to think of thy undutiful carriage to me. [Weeps. Isab. Oh, do not weep, sir! your tears are like a poignard to my soul. Do with me what you please; I am all obedience.

Sir Jeal. Ha! then thou art my child again.

Sir Geo. 'Tis done, and now, friend, the day's thy

own.

Char. The happiest of my life, if nothing inter

vene.

Sir Jeal. And wilt thou love him?

Isab. I will endeavour it, sir.

Enter Servant.

Serv. Sir, here is Mr. Tackum.

Sir Jeal. Shew him into the parlour.-Senhor tome vind sueipora; cette momento les junta les manos. [Gives her to Charles. Cha. "Oh transport!"-Senhor, yo la recibo como se deve un tesoro tan grande. "Oh! my joy, my "life, my soul !" [Embrace. "Isab. My faithful, everlasting comfort!"

Sir Jeal. Now, Mr. Meanwell, let's to the parson,

Who, by his art, will join this pair for life,

Make me the happiest father, her the happiest wife.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Changes to the street before Sir JEALOUS's door. Enter MARPLOT solus.

Mar. I have hunted all over the Town for Charles, but cann't find him, and by Whisper's scouting at the end of the street, I suspect he must be in the house again. I am informed too that he has borrowed a Spanish habit out of the playhouse: what can it mean?

Enter a Servant of Sir JEALOUs's to him out of the house.

Hark'e, sir, do you belong to this house?

Serv. Yes, sir.

Mar. Isn't your name Richard?

Serv. No, sir, Thomas.

Mar. Oh, ay, Thomas-Well, Thomas, there's a shilling for you.

Serv. Thank you, sir.

Mar. Pray, Thomas, can you tell if there be a gentleman in it in a Spanish habit?

Serv. There's a Spanish gentleman within that is just a-going to marry my young lady, sir.

Mar. Are you sure he is a Spanish gentleman ? Serv. I'm sure he speaks no English that I hear of.

Mar. Then that cann't be him I want, for 'tis an English gentleman that I inquire after; he may be dressed like a Spaniard for ought I know.

Serv. Ha! who knows but this may be an impostor? I'll inform my master, for if he should be impos'd upon, he'll beat us all round. [Aside.] Pray come in, sir, and see if this be the person you inquire for.

Mar. Ay, I'll follow you-Now for it.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Changes to the inside of the house. Enter MARPLOT and

Servant.

Serv. Sir, please to stay here, I'll send my master to you.

[Exit. Mar. So, this was a good contrivance. If this be Charles now, he will wonder how I found him out.

Enter Servant and Sir JEALOUS.

Sir Jeal. What is your earnest business, blockhead! that you must speak with me before the ceremony's past? Ha! who's this?

Serv. Why this gentleman, sir, wants another gentleman in a Spanish habit, he says.

Sir Jeal. In a Spanish habit! 'tis some friend of signior Don Diego's, I warrant. Sir, your servant.