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again wou'd put your Chains on, expose your Life to Dangers and new Torments, by a too stubborn Virtue, she does refuse my Courtship, and foolishly is chaste. _Fran_. Alas! what pity's that! _Car_. I offer'd much, lov'd much, but all in vain; Husband and Honour still was the reply. _Fran_. Good lack! that she shou'd have no more Grace before her Eyes. _Car_. But, Slave, behold these Mutes; that fatal Instrument of Death behold too, and in 'em read thy doom, if this coy Wife of yours be not made flexible to my Addresses. _Fran_. O Heavens! I make her. _Car_. No more, thy Fate is fix'd--and, here attend, till he himself deliver his willing Wife into my Arms; _Bassa_, attend, and see it be perform'd-- [_To his Mutes, then to_ Guz. [_Ex_. Car. _Guz_. Go, one of you, and fetch the fair Slave hither. [_Ex_. Turk. _Fran_. I pimp for my own Wife! I hold the door to my own Flesh and Blood! _monstrum horrendum_! _Guz_. Nay, do't, and do't handsomly too, not with a snivelling Countenance, as if you were compell'd to't; but with the face of Authority, and the awful command of a Husband--or thou dyest. _Enter_ Turk _and_ Julia. _Fran_. My dear _Julia_, you are a Fool, my Love. _Jul_. For what, dear Husband? _Fran_. I say, a silly Fool, to refuse the Love of so great a _Turk_; why, what a Pox makes you so coy? [_Angrily_. _Jul_. How! this from you, _Francisco_. _Fran_. Now does my Heart begin to fail me; and yet I shall ne'er endure strangling neither; why, am not I your Lord and Master, hah? _Jul_. Heavens! Husband, what wou'd you have me do? _Fran_. Have you do;--why, I wou'd have ye--d'ye see--'twill not out; why, I wou'd have ye lie with the _Sultan_, Huswife; I wonder how the Devil you have the face to refuse him, so handsom, so young a Lover; come, come, let me hear no more of your Coyness, Mistress, for if I do, I shall be hang'd; [_Aside_. The Great _Turk's_ a most worthy Gentleman, and therefore I advise you to do as he advises you; and the Devil take ye both. [_Aside_. _Jul_. This from my Husband, old _Francisco_! he advise me to part with my dear Honour. _Fran_. Rather than part with his dear Life, I thank ye. [_Aside_. _Jul_. Have you considered the Virtue of a Wife? _Fran_. No, but I have considered the Neck of a Husband. [_Aside_. _Jul_. Which Virtue, before I'
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