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For which, whilst living, I shall spurn myself;
Raym. Wilt live, and be my friend ?
Tel. Thou hast a white complexion-
Let him speak in groans then..
[Exeunt Telico and PotOWMAK, with Creeks. Raym. Which of you is Florio?
Flor. I'll answer to that name till I've done something to be asham'd of it. :
Raym. The rest are free: you, sir, must stay with us.
Flor. Pray, sir, have you taken a particular fancy to me?
Raym. Know you this Indian girl ? (Taking AlMANZA by the hand, and shewing her to him.)
Flor. Know her, sir? Yes, sir that is to say, I do not know her; or, to speak more correctly, I know very little about her.
Raym. She claims you as her husband.
Flor. Indeed, sir : she does me a great deal of honour: but there's another lady, named Donna Almanza, daughter to that gentleman, who has a prior claim upon me in that capacity; and as neither your laws nor ours will suffer a gentleman to double the blessings of matrimony, I can't possibly indulge both the ladies. Alm. You'll contrive that very well, I dare say.
(Aside.) Raym. (To ALMANZA.) Did he not promise to marry you?
Alm. Oh, yes, and swore great oaths.
Flor. Nay, I did make a sort of promise; but curse me if I swore: besides, we were only in jest. Come, come, be an honest wench, and confess we were only in jest.
Alm. Oh, no, it was no jest
Flor. Then, as I hope to be saved, 'twas a jest. Raym. In jest or earnest, you must wed her, sir.
Flor. Well, well, I have no objection to marry the lady in jest; but there, with your permission, the jest shall end.
Raym. It is no joke. We have a custom, sir,
. (Aside.) Flor. Nay, my dear sir, I knew you had certain laws with respect to the married ladies; but I thought maids were left to govern themselves.
Raym. (To GONSALVO.) Then I appeal to you, sir; tho’ a Spaniard. You have a daughter.
Were you in judgment sitting on this man,
'Tis a hard question.
Flor. Right, sir, a very excellent question : you would not, I am sure, let me marry your daughter without your consent.
Raym. They have consented.
Flor. Perhaps, sir, by this time they have chang'd their mind. :
Gons. Why, then, I think,
Florio.) Come, your hand, sir.
Flor. Refuse – oh, no! - The stake! - That is, don't absolutely refuse
Raym. D’ye hear. (To the Creeks.)
Flor. Not immediately, if you please, gentlemen. A word with the lady, by your leave. Madam, as
you are determined to make a happy man of me, whether I will or no, it is but candid I should give you a slight sketch of the joys we are likely to experience.
Alm. Oh, I could listen to that voice for ever.
Flor. Well, sir, I give - no, I don't give it, but there is my hand. (She takes his hand, and leads him to the
An honest one, sir.
Gons. Well, well, I see Fortune will have it so, And I consent.
Alm. Why, Florio, still amazed ?
Flor. Yes: by this light, or rather by this darkness, thou art she; and for this jade's trick thou hast played, in forcing me to marry the woman I adore, I will love thee most unmercifully.