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g with me. [_Takes_ Isa. _by the hand_. _Isa_. Faugh! what means the Devil? _Guil_. Devil; 'twas not long since you found me a human creature within there. _Isa_. Villain, Dog; help me to tear his Eyes out. _Guil_. What, those Eyes, those lovely Eyes, that wounded you so deeply? _Fran_. What's the meaning of all this? why, what, am I cozen'd? and is my Daughter cozen'd? _Guil_. Cozen'd! why, I am a Man, Sir. _Fran_. The Devil you are, Sir, how shall I know that? _Guil_. Your Daughter does, Sir; and that's all one. _Isa_. Oh! I'm undone; am I no Viscountess then. _Guil_. Hang Titles; 'twas my self you lov'd, my amiable sweet and charming self: In fine, sweet-heart, I am your Husband; no Viscount, but honest _Guiliom_, the Chimney-sweeper.--I heard your Father design'd to marry you to a Tradesman, and you were for a Don; and to please you both, you see how well I have managed matters. _Fran_. I'll not give her a farthing. _Guil_. No matter, her Love's worth a million; and, that's so great, that I'm sure she'll be content to carry my Soot basket after me. _Isa_. Ah! I die, I die. _Guil_. What, and I so kind? [_Goes and kisses her, and blacks her face_. _Isa_. Help! murder, murder! _Guil_. Well, Gentlemen, I am something a better fortune than you believe me, by some thousands. [_Shows_ Car. _his Writings_. _Car_. Substantial and good! faith, Sir, I know not where you'll find a better fortune for your Daughter, as cases stand. [_To_ Francisco. _Guil_. And, for the Viscount, Sir, gay Clothes, Money and Confidence will set me up for one, in any ground in Christendom. _Car_. Faith, Sir, he's i'th' right; take him home to _Sevil_, your Neighbours know him not, and he may pass for what you please to make him; the Fellow's honest, witty and handsom. _Fran_. Well, I have considered the matter: I was but a Leather-seller my self, and am grown up to a Gentleman; and, who knows but he, being a Chimney-sweeper, may, in time, grow up to a Lord? Faith, I'll trust to Fortune, for once--here--take her and rid me of one Plague, as you, I thank you, Sir, have done of another. [_To_ Carlos. _Guil_. Prithee be pacified, thou shalt see me within this hour as pretty a fluttering Spark as any's in Town.--My noble Lord, I give you thanks and joy; for, you are happy too. _Car_. As Love and Beauty can make me. _Fran_. And I, as no damn'd W
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