_Serv._ _Myn heer Haunce van Ezel_, Sir.

_Hau._ Ha, ha, ha, well guest, i'faith now.

_Glo._ Why how should they guess otherwise, coming so attended with
Musick, as prepar'd for a Wedding?

_Hau._ Ha, ha, ha, say'st thou so? faith, 'tis a good Device to save the
Charges of the first Compliments, hah: but hark ye, hark ye, Friend, are
you sure this is the House of Don _Carlo_?

_Serv._ Why, Sir, have you forgot it?

_Hau._ Forgot it! ha, ha, ha, dost hear, _Gload_? forgot it! why how the
Devil should I remember it?

_Glo._ Sir, I believe this is some new-fashion'd Civility in Spain,
to know every Man before he sees him.

_Hau._ No, no, you fool, they never change their Fashion in Spain, Man.

_Glo._ I mean their manner of Address, Sir.

_Hau._ It may be so, I'll see farther. Friend, is Don _Carlo_ within?

_Serv._ He has not been out since, Sir.

_Hau._ Since, ha, ha, ha, since when? hah.

_Serv._ Since you saw him, Sir.

_Hau._ _Salerimente_, will you make me mad? why you damnable Rascal,
when did I see him? hah.

_Serv._ Here comes my Master himself, Sir, [Enter _Carlo_.] let him
inform you, if you grow so hot upon the Question.

_Car._ How now, Son, what, angry? You have e'en tir'd your self with
walking, and are out of Humour.

_Hau._ Look there again-- the old Man's mad too; why how the pox should
he know I have been walking? Indeed, Sir, I have, as you say, been
walking [Playing with his Hat.] --and am-- as you say, out of
Humour-- But under favour, Sir, who are you? Sure 'tis the old Conjurer,
and those were his little Imps I met.
[Surlily to him.

_Car._ Sure, Son, you should be a Wit, by the shortness of your Memory.

_Hau._ By the Goodness of yours, you should be none, ha, ha, ha. Did I
not meet with him there, _Gload_, hah? But pray refresh my Memory, and
let me know you; I come to seek a Father amongst you here, one Don
_Carlo_.

_Car._ Am I not the Man, Sir?

_Hau._ How the Devil should I know that now, unless by instinct?

_Glo._ The old Man is mad, and must be humour'd.

_Hau._ Cry you Mercy, Sir, I vow I had quite forgot you. Sir, I hope
Donna _Euphemia_--

_Car._ Oh, Sir, she's in a much better Humour than when you saw her
last, complies with our Desires more than I cou'd hope or wish.

_Hau._ Why look you here again-- I ask'd after her Health, not her
Humour.

_Car._ I know not what Arts you made use of, but she's strangely taken
with your Conversation and Per