Car. 'Tis I,
my Love. Feth. Hah, sweet Soul, make haste.- There 'twas again. Car.
So kind, sure she takes me for some other, or has some inkling of my
Design- [To himself. Where are you, Sweetest? Feth. Here, my Love,
give me your Hand- [Puts out his Hand; Carlo kneels and kisses it.
Car. Here let me worship the fair Shrine before I dare approach so
fair a Saint. [Kisses the Hand. Feth. Hah, what a Pox have we here?-
wou'd I were well out o' t'other side- perhaps 'tis her Husband, and
then I'm a dead Man, if I'm discover'd. [Removes to t'other side,
Carlo holds his Hand. Car. Nay, do not fly- I know you took me for
some happier Person. [Feth. struggles, Car. rises and takes him in his
Arms, and kisses him. Feth. What, will you ravish me? [In a shrill
Voice. Car. Hah, that Voice is not La Nuche's- Lights there, Lights.
Feth. Nay, I can hold a bearded Venus, Sir, as well as any Man. [Holds
Carlo. Car. What art thou, Rogue, Villain, Slave? [They fall to Cuffs,
and fight till they are bloody, fall from the Bed and fight on the
Floor. Enter Petronella, Sancho, and Aurelia. Pet. Heaven, what noise
is this?- we are undone, part 'em, Sancho. [They part 'em. Feth. Give
me my Sword; nay, give me but a Knife, that I may cut yon Fellow's
Throat- Car. Sirrah, I'm a Grandee, and a Spaniard, and will be
reveng'd.
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