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Scene Changes to Don Francisco's Garden.
Enter Carlos and Biancha.
Carl.
Indeed this goodness far exceeds my thoughts,
I could not hope such mercy from your wrongs;
But as you Copyed Heav'n in suffering 'em,
You seem still more Divine in your Forgiveness.

Bia.
The Frailties of my passion were too great
For me to hide
I would have smother'd it and kept it down
In the dark Dungeon of forgetfullness,
But oh! The Barrs of Virgin-Decency
Were all too weak to bind the Prisoner in,
Like strugling winds in hollow Caverns pent,
It burst my feeble Breast, and Sigh'd its way out.
Then, as the Clouds by Grumbling, Thunder forc't,
In showers it gush'd from my o're-swelling Orbs.

Car.
They have at length moisten'd this stubborn Clay,
And made it plyable to thy desires: work me
Like Yielding wax, I'le fashion with thy will,
And figure with the wishes of thy Soul.

Bia.
Oh happy Change!
Heav'n cannot more rejoice when Sinners sigh,
Then I for thy Conversion.

Carl.
Nor can a Soul convinc'd of long liv'd Errors,
Embrace the blessed Truth with more delight,
Then I my Dear Biancha.
Thus let me shew my humble Penitence,
[kneels.]
Here let me languish for my past Offence,
And take forgiveness at my Alters Feet.

Bia.
Thus the kind Oracle enjoyns thy Penance,
Love her who has thy tedious absence mourn'd;
Nor cease, till by Biancha thou art scorn'd.

Carl.
Yet nearer, nearer yet.

Bia.
Lock me within thee,

[Embracing.]
Carl.
Oh! Mercy—

Bia.
Love.

Carl.
Goodness on Goodness,
There is but one that's just in thy whole Sex,
And thou art She.

Enter Pedro and Francisco.
Fra.
Joy, Joy, Eternal Joy, rise my blessings,

Ped.
My Comforts.

Carl.
Sir, for what's past—

[to Pedro.]
Ped.
No Excuses, she's thine, and thou art hers;
What's past be forgotten, and what's to come
Keep to your selves.

Fra.

I long to see them one, ah! Carlos, Carlos, that I were in a
Condition to take thy place that Night; but no matter, I'll tell thee
how I did at thy Age, and if thou can'st out-fling thy Daddy a Barr's
length, much good do thy Spouze with it.

Ped.

I warrant you Brother, she'll match him, or she's a Bastard
by the Mother's side; but Brother—

Fra.

Brother—

Ped.

You stand to what we've agreed on.

Fra.

Do I hope to be a Grand-father—to see a—chopping Rogue
come out of thy Parcely-Bed, and hear it cry Granny, Daddy.—If
thou dost not get her with Child in a Month, by the Champion of
Spain I'll do't my self.

Ads! precious, I could so—Go, get you in you
Little Rogue you, or I shall marry thee my—
Self, and put his nose out of Joynt. Go, go.
[Exeunt Carl. and Bia.
Lord I am so wanton,
My Blood's as warm as
Five and twenty Brother. How do you feel your self?

Ped.

I am at frozen Sixty Brother, Nature has no such Extasies in
my Veins.

Fra.
Why truly, I think mine is but a flash,
Yet we have been Brother—

Ped.
Ay! We have have been Brother—

Fra.
A Pox o'this Inclination without Power,
But the Comfort is, the young Rogues will be old
Like us, and love to talk on't when they are
Past the Action.—But come, let us follow our
Intentions, and go where we resolv'd.

Ped.
I wait on you.

Fra.
Well, this Boy and this Baggage puts me so in mind
Of the Night I got her in—

Ped.
Well, think no more on't.

Fra.
Ah Brother!
Old Souldiers, their past Actions, love to own.

Ped.
Ah Brother!
And often Brag of more then has been done.

[Exeunt.