_Car_. Is she witty?
_Fran_. I'm no competent Judge, an't like your Holiness, --This Catechism was certainly of the Devil's own making. [Aside.
_Enter_ Guzman, _bringing in_ Julia, Clara, Isabella, Jacinta, Guiliom, Antonio, &c. _Women veil'd_.
_Car_. These, Sir, are all the Slaves of Note are taken.
_Isa_. Dost think, _Jacinta_, he'll chuse me?
_Jac_. I'll warrant you, Madam, if he looks with my Eyes.
_Guz_. Stand forth. [_To the Men_.
_Guil_. Stand forth, Sir! why, so I can, Sir, I dare show my Face, Sir, before any Great _Turk_ in Christendom.
_Car_. What are you, Sir?
_Guil_. What am I, Sir? Why, I'm a Lord, a Lord.
_Fran_. What, are you mad to own your Quality, he'll ask the Devil and all of a ransom.
_Guil_. No matter for that, I'll not lose an Inch of my Quality for a King's ransom; disgrace my self before my fair Mistress!
_Isa_. That's as the _Great Turk_ and I shall agree. [_Scornfully_.
_Car_. What are you, Sir?
_Ant_. A Citizen of _Cadiz_.
_Car_. Set 'em by, we'll consider of their ransoms--now unveil the Ladies.
[Guzman _unveils_ Jacinta.
_Fran_. Oh, dear Wife, now or never show thy Love, make a damnable face upon the filthy Ravisher,--glout thy Eyes thus--and thrust out thy upper lip, thus.-- [Guzman _presents_ Jacinta.
_Guil_. Oh, dear _Isabella_, do thee look like a Dog too.
_Isa_. No, Sir, I'm resolv'd I'll not lose an Inch of my Beauty, to save so trifling a thing as a Maiden head.
_Car_. Very agreeable, pretty and chearful--
[_She is veil'd and set by: Then Clara is unveil'd_.
A most divine bud of Beauty--all Nature's Excellence--drawn to the life in little,--what are you, fair one?
_Cla_. Sir, I'm a Maid.
_Fran_. So, I hope he will pitch upon her.
_Cla_. Only, by promise, Sir, I've given my self away.
_Car_. What happy Man cou'd claim a title in thee, And trust thee to such danger?
_Isa_. Heavens, shall I be defeated by this little Creature? What pity 'twas he saw me not first?
_Cla_. I dare not name him, Sir, lest this small Beauty which you say adorns me, shou'd gain him your displeasure; he's in your presence, Sir, and is your Slave.
_Car_. Such Innocence this plain Confession shows, name me the man, and I'll resign thee back to him.
_Fran_. A Pox of his Civility.
_Ant_. This Mercy makes me bold to claim my right. [_Kneels_.
_Car_. Take her, young Man, and with it both your Ransoms.
_Guil_. Hum--hum--very noble, i'faith, we'll e'en confess our loves too, _Isabella_.
_Isa_. S'life, he'll spoil all,--hold--pray let your Betters be serv'd before you.
_Guil_. How! Is the Honour of my Love despised?--wer't not i'th presence of the Great _Turk_, for whom I have a reverence because he's a man of quality--by _Jove_, I'd draw upon you.
_Isa_. Because you were my Lover once, when I'm Queen I'll pardon you.
[Guzman _unveils her, and leads her to_ Carlos, _she making ridiculous actions of Civility_.
_Car_. What aukard, fond, conceited thing art thou? Veil her, and take the taudry Creature hence.
_Guil_. Hum--your Majesty's humble Servant.
[_Putting off his Hat ridiculously_.
_Fran_. How! refuse my Daughter too! I see the Lot of a Cuckold will fall to my share.
_Guz_. This is the Wife, Great Sir, of this old Slave.
[_Unveils_ Julia.
_Car_. Hah! what do I see, by _Mahomet_, she's fair.
_Fran_. So, so, she's condemn'd; oh, damn'd _Mahometan_ Cannibal! will nothing but raw flesh serve his turn.
_Car_. I'll see no more,--here I have fix'd my heart.
_Fran_. Oh, Monster of a _Grand Seignior_!
_Guz_. Have you a mind to be flead, Sir?
_Car_. Receive my Handkerchief. [_Throws it to her_.
_Fran_. His Handkerchief! bless me, what does he mean?
_Guz_. To do her the honour to lie with her to night.