Pedro. For all your Character of Don
Vincentio she is as like to marry him as she was before. Hell. Marry
Don Vincentio! hang me, such a Wedlock would be worse than Adultery
with another Man: I had rather see her in the Hostel de Dieu, to waste
her Youth there in Vows, and be a Handmaid to Lazers and Cripples,
than to lose it in such a Marriage. Pedro. You have consider'd,
Sister, that Belvile has no Fortune to bring you to, is banisht his
Country, despis'd at home, and pity'd abroad. Hell. What then? the
Vice-Roy's Son is better than that Old Sir Fisty. Don Vincentio! Don
Indian! he thinks he's trading to Gambo still, and wou'd barter
himself (that Bell and Bawble) for your Youth and Fortune. Pedro.
Callis, take her hence, and lock her up all this Carnival, and at Lent
she shall begin her everlasting Penance in a Monastery. Hell. I care
not, I had rather be a Nun, than be oblig'd to marry as you wou'd have
me, if I were design'd for't. Pedro. Do not fear the Blessing of that
Choice- you shall be a Nun. Hell. Shall I so? you may chance to be
mistaken in my way of Devotion- A Nun! yes I am like to make a fine
Nun! I have an excellent Humour for a Grate: No, I'll have a Saint of
my own to pray to shortly, if I like any that dares venture on me.
[Aside. Pedro. Callis, make it your Business to watch this wild Cat.
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