Ped. And is all your holy Intent of
becoming a Nun debauch'd into a Desire of Man? Hell. Why- I have
consider'd the matter, Brother, and find the Three hundred thousand
Crowns my Uncle left me (and you cannot keep from me) will be better
laid out in Love than in Religion, and turn to as good an Account- let
most Voices carry it, for Heaven or the Captain? All cry, a Captain, a
Captain. Hell. Look ye, Sir, 'tis a clear Case. Ped. Oh I am mad- if I
refuse, my Life's in Danger [Aside. -Come- There's one motive induces
me- take her- I shall now be free from the fear of her Honour; guard
it you now, if you can, I have been a Slave to't long enough. [Gives
her to him. Will. Faith, Sir, I am of a Nation, that are of opinion a
Woman's Honour is not worth guarding when she has a mind to part with
it. Hell. Well said, Captain. Ped. This was your Plot, Mistress, but I
hope you have married one that will revenge my Quarrel to you- [To
Valeria. Val. There's no altering Destiny, Sir. Ped. Sooner than a
Woman's Will, therefore I forgive you all- and wish you may get my
Father's Pardon as easily; which I fear. Enter Blunt drest in a
Spanish Habit, looking very ridiculously; his Man adjusting his Band.
Man. 'Tis very well, Sir. Blunt. Well, Sir, 'dsheartlikins I tell you
'tis damnable ill, Sir- a Spanish Habit, good Lord! cou'd the Devil
and my Taylor devise no other Punishment for me, but the Mode of a
Nation I abominate? Belv.
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