But not in his Amour, if you please: In short, Sir, if you do
really love my Sister, I am content to be so ungracious a Child to
contribute to the cheating my Father of this same hopeful Son he
expects, and put you upon him; but what you do, must be speedily then.

_Alon._ I am oblig'd to thee for this frank Offer, and will be
instructed by thee.

_Lov._ If you're resolv'd, I'll warrant you Success.

_Alon._ I think I am resolv'd in spite of all my Inclinations to
Libertinism.

_Lov._ Well, Sir, I'll get you such a Suit then, as that our Hero makes
his first approach in, as ridiculously gay as his Humour, which you must
assume too.

_Alon._ Content.

_Lov._ To night I must pay my Duty to my Father, and will prepare your
way, and acquaint my Sister with it; 'tis but a Frolick if we succeed
not.

_Alon._ God-a-mercy, Lad, let's about it then e'er we sleep, lest I
change my Resolution before Morning.
[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. _House of _Carlo_._

Enter _Alonzo_ drest ridiculously, meeting _Lovis_, they laugh at
each other.

_Lov._ Very _Haunce_ all over, the Taylor has play'd his part, play but
yours as well, and I'll warrant you the Wench.

_Alon._ But prithee, why need I act the Fool thus, since _Haunce_ was
never seen here?

_Lov._ To make good the Character I always gave of him to my Father; but
here he comes, pray be very rude, and very impertinent.

_Alon._ Lord, Lord, how shall I look thus damnably set out, and thus in
love!

Enter Don _Carlo_.

_Lov._ This, Sir, is Monsieur _Haunce_, your Son that must be.

_Alon._ _Beso los manos, signor_: Is your Name Don _Carlo_? and are you
the Gravity of this House? and the Father of Donna _Euphemia_? and are
you--

_Car._ Sir, I guess by all these your Demands at once, your Name to be
_Myn heer Haunce van Ezel_.

_Alon._ Your Judgment's good; but to my Questions.

_Car._ In truth I have forgot them, there were so many.

_Alon._ Are you he who is to be my Father?

_Car._ 'Tis so negotiated-- and if all Circumstances concur-- For, Sir,
you must conceive, the Consequence of so grand a Conjunction--

_Alon._ Less of your Compliments, Sir, and more of your Daughter,
I beseech you. 'Sheart, what a formal Coxcomb 'tis.
[Aside.

_Lov._ Prithee give him way. [Aside.

_Alon._ By this Light I'll lose thy Sister first; Why, who can indure
the grave approaches to the Matter? 'Dslife, I would have it as I would
my Fate