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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P>THE Man's the Ma&s;ter: A COMEDY.</P>
<P>WRITTEN BY Sir <HI>WILLIAM D'AVENANT,</HI> KNIGHT.</P>
<P>In the SAVOY.</P>
<P>Printed for <HI>Henry Herringman,</HI> at the <HI>Blew-Anchor,</HI> in the Lower-Walk of the <HI>New-Exchange.</HI> 1669.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>PROLOGUE.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>NO Country Lady ever yet did ask</L>
<L>Such &s;hrewd advice before a Ball or Ma&s;que</L>
<L>(When curious dre&s;&s;ing is the Courts great task)</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>As now young Poets doe, in this nice Age,</L>
<L>To gain the froward Lovers of the Stage;</L>
<L>Who&s;e heat of humors nothing can a&s;&s;wage.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>The Mu&s;e, di&s;dain'd, does as fond Women doe;</L>
<L>In&s;tead of being courted &s;he courts you:</L>
<L>But Women are le&s;s valu'd when they wooe.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>And as young Poets, like young Ladies, fear</L>
<L>A Concour&s;e, great as this A&s;&s;embly here,</L>
<L>Till they &s;eek councell how they &s;hould appear,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>So all old Poets, like old Ladies, may</L>
<L>Be more afraid to venture the &s;urvay</L>
<L>Of many apt to cen&s;ure their decay.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Both know they have been out of fa&s;hion long;</L>
<L>And, e'r they come before a &s;hining Throng,</L>
<L>Would dre&s;s them&s;elves by Patterns of the Young.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Well, our old Poet hopes this Comedie</L>
<L>Will &s;omewhat in the fine new fa&s;hion be;</L>
<L>But, if all gay, 'twould not with Age agree.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>A little he was fain to moralize</L>
<L>That he might &s;erve your Minds as well as Eyes:</L>
<L>The Proverb &s;ayes, Be merry and be wi&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L>This, Gentlemen, is all he bad me &s;ay</L>
<L>Of his important Trifle call'd a Play;</L>
<L>For which, he does confe&s;s, you dearly pay.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>10.</HEAD>
<L>But he did fear that he could hardly make</L>
<L>A Prologue &s;o in fa&s;hion as might take,</L>
<L>For he does much of too much boldne&s;s lack.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>11.</HEAD>
<L>He never dur&s;t, nor ever thought it fit,</L>
<L>To cen&s;ure tho&s;e who Judges are of Wit.</L>
<L>Now you expect the Rime will end in Pit.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>The Per&s;ons repre&s;ented.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM>Don Ferdinand. <HI>Father to</HI> I&s;abella.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Don John. <HI>Suitor to</HI> I&s;abella.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Don Lewis. <HI>His Rival.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Sancho. <HI>Steward to</HI> Don Ferdinand.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Jodelet. <HI>Servant to</HI> Don John.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Stephano. <HI>Servant to</HI> Don Lewis.</ITEM>
<ITEM>I&s;abella. <HI>Daughter to</HI> Don Ferdinand.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Lucilla. <HI>Si&s;ter to</HI> Don John.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Bettris. I&s;abella's <HI>Maid.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Laura. Lucilla's <HI>Maid.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<P><HI>The Scene MADRID. And in one Hou&s;e.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
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<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="1" REF="4">
<HEAD>THE Man's the Ma&s;ter.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lucilla, <HI>and</HI> Laura <HI>with a dark Lanthorn.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>YOu have &s;erv'd me but two days, and are you weary al|ready?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray add the nights to the days; for I have not &s;lept &s;ince I came into your &s;ervice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Love has ordain'd us for the&s;e Journeys; and will, I hope, bring us at la&s;t where we may re&s;t quietly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, to the la&s;t Inn of all Travailers, where we &s;hall meet Worms in&s;tead of Fleas; Lovers never re&s;t quietly till they lodge at the &s;ign of the Grave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ithee be patient <HI>Laura.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I had been waiting-woman to <HI>Will</HI> of the Wisp, I could not have wander'd with &s;o much uncertainty as when I follow a Mi|&s;tre&s;s led about by Love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, <HI>Laura,</HI> I follow you now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may with ea&s;e enough when I'm &s;o tir'd that I can go no farther; this is the pretty Foot belonging to a Leg; which (though I &s;ay't) was fit to lead a Dance in <HI>Hymens</HI> Hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>And does it limp now, and grow weary of the errands of two days.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="2" REF="5">
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have little rea&s;on to blame that Leg which has been &s;o nimble in your &s;ervice; but the other will follow it no further. Me thinks it has got a &s;hackle in&s;tead of a Garter <STAGE>She limps a little.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Sancho <HI>with a dark Lanthorn.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take heed, <HI>Laura;</HI> I &s;ee light.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what would you &s;ee, darkne&s;s? are not your eyes made for the light?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis a Man; He &s;eems to &s;eek &s;ome body with a Lanthorn.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;eeks me here by appointment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'l retire to this <HI>Portico.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe, whil&s;t I acco&s;t him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis <HI>Sancho, Don Ferdinando</HI>'s Steward; he was my &s;worn Brother over a Po&s;&s;it, he is by the length of his Beard and the heat of his Con&s;titution, a very Goat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Heaven's &s;ake lo&s;e no time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>You need not fear his lo&s;s of time; I u&s;e to call him my <HI>Bro|ther-Brevity;</HI> He is &s;o thrifty of his &s;peech, that his Tongue does &s;el|dom allow his thoughts above two words to expre&s;s them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Laura!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are not you my Brother <HI>Sancho?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you contriv'd a way to conceal my Lady in your Ma|&s;ters hou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can you admit her now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>No.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>May it be to morrow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>It may.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'l attend you in the morning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray name the hour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Mi&s;tri&s;s is very &s;en&s;ible of your care, and would know if I may have leave to give you this Gold?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="3" REF="5">
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope you hate not me, nor the pre&s;ent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are we both acceptable?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Both. &mdash; <STAGE>He looks on the Gold.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis very Gold; and Signior <HI>Sancho</HI> you &s;hall find me to be as true metal as it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'l try. &mdash; <STAGE>Offers to ki&s;s her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o &s;oon, good Signior <HI>Sancho,</HI> Bring me to the Wed|ding night, and then try if, like Gold, I can endure the touch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humph! &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lovers may pretend to have true Metal, but Mariage is the Touch-&s;tone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of Fools. <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hands off, good Signior <HI>Sancho.</HI> You want &s;leep, Good night, Pray let me go. &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pa&s;&s;e. &mdash; <STAGE>Exit Sancho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Madam, we may ha&s;ten home, Nine is the appointed hour when you &s;hall have admittance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>After I have &s;ought opportunity, I am afraid to find it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I do not yet under&s;tand your intrigues of Love. You are afraid to find the opportunity you &s;eek, and I, poor wretch, &s;eek more opportunities than I fear I &s;hall find.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord help thee,! thou do&s;t want a great deal of &s;orrow to make thee a little wi&s;e. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Don John <HI>and</HI> Todelet.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, by your favour, you are either mad, or the Devil is ma|licious to bring you to <HI>Madrid,</HI> at &s;o un&s;ea&s;onable an hour, after ri|ding po&s;t, or rather flying, without meat or drink, as empty as wild Hawks, and as uncertain of your Quarry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I confe&s;s thou mai&s;t be tir'd all over, all but thy Tongue, and that can never be weary. The Street where we are now, is that which I have &s;ought.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>What will you do here, go &s;ee <HI>Don Ferdinand</HI> when 'tis pa&s;t Midnight?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and this very night I'l vi&s;it <HI>I&s;abella.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis ill to have an empty &s;tomach, but wor&s;e to have an empty head.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="4" REF="6">
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Todelet,</HI> I know you are hungry, but hunger makes you fitter for watching, I'l not &s;tirr out of this &s;treet till I &s;ee my Mi|&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Remember 'tis pa&s;t One, a &s;ea&s;on when <HI>Don Ferdinand</HI>'s Gates are always &s;hut: we have ridden this morning from <HI>Burgos.</HI> I know no kind of Lovers but Owls would have cho&s;en the night for a jour|ney.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>To love nothing but &s;leep and eating is to be a Bea&s;t in the habit of a Serving-man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>How I hate raillery?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I eating and &s;leep, in compari&s;on of this Picture of <HI>I&s;abella.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are one of tho&s;e who are fill'd with wild-fire at &s;ight of a cold Picture; and if Ma&s;ter Painter, has luckily drawn a Snout of Ivo|ry and a Mouth of Coral, which perhaps does inclo&s;e an ill Tongue and wor&s;e Teeth, then he makes you mad of a Mi&s;tre&s;s; Will a Pi|cture reveal whether her crooked body be arm'd with a Coat of Mail, or whether &s;he be &s;ome <HI>Skeleton</HI> who&s;e Beauties lie at night upon her dre&s;&s;ing-cloth? you'l not be much pity'd if men find you ill provided of a Woman, &s;ince you'l be gull'd with one before you have &s;een her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art as froward at this time o'th night as a wak'd Child.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'd any Man keep patience about him when he mu&s;t run in the dark from Street to Street, and grope out his way like a blind Man without a Dog? or &s;tand &s;o long under a Balcone (lifting him|&s;elf upon one leg to &s;tare higher about him) till he &s;hift his feet as often as a Stork?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Todelet!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don John.!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Don John.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Picture was rarely drawn: and &s;ure it could not chu&s;e but plea&s;e my Mi&s;tri&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know the contrary.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ay&s;t thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell you it has rather di&s;pleas'd her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>How the Devil can&s;t thou know that!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, I know it too well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! tell me how?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="5" REF="6">
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, have patience! in&s;tead of your Picture &s;he re|ceived mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Traitor, 'tis well thou do&s;t not u&s;e to &s;peak truth, for el&s;e I &s;hould &s;earch for thy life in the very bottom of thy Bowels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may, Sir, and begin as my Throat: But in piercing my body, I pray &s;pare my Doublet for I made it new at <HI>Burgos.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Joh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox of your Railery, Tell me what thou ha&s;t done?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, put your anger up fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I never had &s;o much cau&s;e to let it out, But &s;peak, and let not Fear fright Truth from thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, when we left <HI>Flanders</HI> &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well proceed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>You having your Brother ki<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l'd, and a Si&s;ter carried away by &s;tealth (not knowing where, nor how, nor wherefore, nor by whom) you rode &s;o fa&s;t that you left all your judgement a great way behind you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>To what purpo&s;e, Villain, do&s;t thou open the&s;e two wounds? proceed apace to thy Picture.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I go as fa&s;t as I can; but your anger interrupts me &s;o, that I'm fain &s;ometimes to go back to recover my Tongue, though I have nothing within me but what is much to the purpo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why do&s;t thou not render it in few words?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cannot, Sir, for I always &s;peak things in order, but for your Picture which I had e'n forgot &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was ever Man &s;o tir'd with the tedious length of nothing?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>We were but newly return'd to <HI>Ca&s;tille</HI> when <HI>Don Ferdinand de Rochas</HI> propos'd his Daughter to you in Marriage: her Picture was made a Pre&s;ent to you, and the offer of Twenty thou&s;and Crowns in portion, and then you (t'inchant her with your own Picture as much as you were charm'd by hers) made ha&s;te to &s;end her it: and &s;o, as the Proverb &s;ays, put an old Cat to an old Rat. It was a Lo|vers &s;tratagem, and villanou&s;ly &s;ubtle. But Heav'n (not always a Friend to Lovers) ordain'd a &s;ucce&s;s in &s;pite of expectation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Art thou about the Hi&s;tory of the World; and wilt thou not fini&s;h it till the World ends?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir, but I mu&s;t refre&s;h my memory, for it is almo&s;t weary.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would thy Tongue were &s;o too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>You remember that your Painter (in thankfulne&s;s for the great
<PB N="6" REF="7"> reward you gave him) wou'd after he had drawn your Picture, take a little pains about mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know that: but proceed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you likewi&s;e know it co&s;t me nothing, Well, that Flem|ming's a brave man. None of your <HI>Jan Van Lievens,</HI> nor your <HI>El&s;ha|mers,</HI> nor your <HI>Brauwers,</HI> nor your <HI>Joes Van Winghens</HI> ever drew like him. Then give him but a Rummer, over a Pickell'd Herring, and he will drink &s;o kindly, as if he had the Heart of a Whale.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wilt thou never conclude? ha&s;t thou &s;old, burnt, eat, or drank my Picture? Have I it yet, or was it &s;ent to <HI>I&s;abella?</HI> &s;peak and be quick!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you have not patience to &s;tay awhile rather than hear ill news, but will needs ride Po&s;t to overtake the Devil, I will leave <HI>Flanders</HI> and goe the neare&s;t way to the purpo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still wilt thou be tedious?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, Sir, &s;ince you love unwelcome brevity, know when I was to &s;end away the la&s;t Packet, I would (being a little curious) compare the workman&s;hip of my Picture with yours. I &s;et them op|po&s;ite to one another, turning my Eies often from this to that, and be|ing call'd for in ha&s;te by the Po&s;t-Boy, <HI>I</HI> put my little Picture in the Packet in&s;tead of yours!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? yours in&s;tead of mine?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, your Picture had the happy lazine&s;s to &s;tay here; but mine was de&s;tin'd to ride Po&s;t with the Devil to your Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can&s;t thou live, or <HI>I</HI> either, after <HI>I</HI> have heard this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, make u&s;e of patience as <HI>I</HI> did. Time, which wears out &s;orrows as well as joys, has &s;ince th' unhappy accident given me a few quiet nights, and <HI>I</HI> have ceas'd to grieve for fear of being &s;ick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dog! what will &s;he &s;ay of thy horn-face, and of thy Badgers No&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, Sir, &s;he will not think you very hand&s;ome, <HI>I</HI> mean in my Picture; but if we were both our own Painters we &s;hould not want Beauty.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Stephano.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace, there comes one who perhaps knows <HI>Don Fer|dinand</HI>'s hou&s;e, Goe, ask him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="7" REF="7">
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>But Sir &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, &s;peak low.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps he<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l expect a reward if he tells us. In <HI>Madrid</HI> you mu&s;t hold out your Money if you do but ask what's a clock?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Unlucky Rogue, wou'd he would cudgel thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has not lei&s;ure to do it; he &s;eems in ha&s;te.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who goes there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not to di&s;plea&s;e you, Sir, where dwells <HI>Don Ferdinand?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is his hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are we in the right already? for this bout my Ma&s;ter has rea|&s;on, the Father-in-law is found; and the Son-in-law-elect has nothing to do but to knock.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>I begin to find my &s;elf a Fool for having &s;hew'd them where my Ma&s;ter is &s;ecretly enter'd, and whence I expect he'l pre&s;ently come forth; I mu&s;t find &s;ome expedient.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Does he dwell here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, but he is &s;ick, and does not love noi&s;e, what are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>We, Sir, are Night-walkers; or rather men of <HI>Norway,</HI> a Norhern-Countrey where he is curs'd, who does not &s;leep continual|ly, for my part I never &s;leep; and that's my Ma&s;ter, Sir, the greate&s;t waker in the World.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or rather the greate&s;t Robber. He &s;hall give me &s;atisfaction for what he lately took from me; I know him well enough, and you were with him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are very chollerick, and I think &s;omewhat mad. If I were &s;o too, you would have little &s;afety but in flying. Sir, as &s;ober as I am, I can &s;carce keep my hand from my hilt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>To D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir! Sir! advance a little, I begin to grow &s;oft, and were it not dark, I &s;hould appear &s;omewhat pale too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>D. John</HI> to <HI>Steph.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Approach Sir, come on towards me. I'l make you civil.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! <HI>Don</HI> of the dark? are you &s;o brisk? but I &s;hall take the pains to drive you a mile hence: for though you are Two (wou'd I were rid of 'em) if you dare follow me as fa&s;t as I'l lead the way, ye &s;hall come to a better place for fighting.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o, Sir? I'l follow you, &s;tay! I hear a noi&s;e. It &s;eems to be above us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on this chollerick Curr! if his barking had not frighted
<PB N="8" REF="8"> me, <HI>I</HI> had, perhaps, without any danger, broke his very bones: but whence the Devil comes that other Devil? <STAGE>Don Lewis <HI>de&s;cends from the Balcone.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Stephano!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are going.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure that's his Man whom he calls: he who gets way before us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Either I am much cou&s;en'd, or I am watch'd. But the noi&s;e of a quarrel will fright <HI>I&s;abella.</HI> In care of her I mu&s;t neglect my honour. Let's &s;teal away, &s;ince it mu&s;t be &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> D. Lewis, Stephano.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>D. John</HI> to <HI>Tod.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, or thou art dead. Stay but one thru&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Ma&s;ter has mettal, but I'm no Touch-&s;tone to try it on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give me thy name, or I'll take thy life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am <HI>Don Todelet</HI> of <HI>Segovia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Three cur&s;es on thee, and a thou&s;and on him that leapt from the Balcone. What's become of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>He flew through the dark like Lightning, and I like a furi|ous Fool, follow'd him like Thunder, till the invi&s;ible Rogue thread|ed a Lane as narrow as a Needles Eye. Well, I'm the <HI>Hercules</HI> whom you alwayes expo&s;e again&s;t Two. You are a little prompt, but, by your leave, Ma&s;ter; is it the Cu&s;tome of <HI>Madrid</HI> to &s;cape thus out of a Windore?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did'&s;t thou perfectly di&s;cern him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am amaz'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I, if it were po&s;&s;ible, am quite confounded.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t not here take up a quarrel at the fir&s;t bound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Methinks your mind is a little troubled.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is; and I have much cau&s;e, but let's con&s;ult upon't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's well &s;aid; I never found my &s;elf &s;o much inclin'd to rea&s;oning, and, if you plea&s;e, let's con&s;ult &s;oundly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was born at <HI>Burgos;</HI> left poor, but of a long race ex|empted even as far as my &s;elf, from all di&s;graces.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>At my return from the Warr to <HI>Burgos,</HI> I found my &s;elf attacqu'd with two different Evils. I had a Brother murder'd and was
<PB N="9" REF="8"> rob'd of a Si&s;ter; though &s;he was bred with all the cares of honour. And this makes me exceeding chollerick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's ill, very ill, exceeding ill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>D. Ferdinand</HI> cho&s;e me for a Husband to <HI>I&s;abella;</HI> and &s;he has receiv'd thy Picture in&s;tead of mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's not very ill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>We treated of this bu&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ne&s;s in &s;ecret; and I took hor&s;e for <HI>Madrid,</HI> where I now arrive late at night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's a little ill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Without &s;eeking out a Lodging my love leads me di|rectly hither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's a little too &s;oon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I met before <HI>Don Ferdinands</HI> Hou&s;e a Serving-man who thru&s;ts me, by de&s;ign, upon an Almain-quarrel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's very true, but &s;omewhat unwillingly, like a Coward as he is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps 'twas for fear of &s;candal; for he did not ap|proach us like a Coward.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>How did the unlucky Thief come then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>He came on like the Lover of <HI>I&s;abella.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's very ill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis that which will wound my head more than his &s;word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's fall to rea&s;oning agen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! no more rea&s;oning, when rea&s;on grows &s;uperfluous. But prithee mark the coun&s;el which Love &s;ugge&s;ts to me. My hope lies in thee. To morrow, my dear <HI>Todelet,</HI> thou mu&s;t pa&s;s for my Ma&s;ter, and I for the Man. Thy Picture is to work Miracles. What ayl'&s;t thou? do&s;t thou &s;hake thy ears?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e kind of di&s;gui&s;es &s;mell too much of the Cudgel. I'ld rather proceed to rea&s;oning agen. For what will the world &s;ay? <HI>Don John</HI> is grown the Man, and <HI>Todelet</HI> the Ma&s;ter, and by ill for|tune too; for perhaps, at la&s;t, your Mi&s;tre&s;s may love me, and I her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fear not that; for then the mi&s;chief will be mine: but I, being <HI>Tod'let,</HI> may get acquainted with my Rivals man. I'll be a Lover from the Kitchin to the Garret; and my Pre&s;ents &s;hall open the Locks of every bo&s;ome: whil&s;t thou (eating like a Shanker, and
<PB N="10" REF="9"> drinking like a Hole) &s;halt &s;hine in gold Chains like the King of <HI>Peru,</HI> without having any &s;hare of my &s;orrows.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I begin to like the Invention.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;halt be fea&s;ted and cramm'd at <HI>Don Ferdinands;</HI> whil&s;t I am choak'd with my jealou&s;ies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>But may I not (to repre&s;ent <HI>Don John</HI> the better) give your &s;houlders now and then a ta&s;t of the Cudgel?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, when we are alone, without Witne&s;&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, Vermechulli &s;hall my Pallat plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Serv'd in with Bi&s;ques, Ragous, and Intermets.</L>
<L>Wait clo&s;e upon <HI>Don Todelet,</HI> thy Ma&s;ter;</L>
<L>And thou may&s;t be my Carver, or my Ta&s;ter.</L>
<L>If thou do&s;t fetch me Girls, and watch, and trudge well,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt have food, if not, thou &s;halt have Cudgell.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. II.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> I&s;abella, Betteris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;abel.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>BEttris,</HI> make up your Packet, without thinking to re|concile me by long rattle; I'll have no more of you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly, Mi&s;tre&s;s, I'm ignorant of the cau&s;e of your anger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know it not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I do, may I never be haunted agen by men of Honour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis no matter, I di&s;mi&s;s you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well my con&s;cience is clear. If I have ever fail'd to &s;erve you may I bur&s;t like a boy'ld Pudding for want of pricking. But let Flatterers goe fine while Truth mu&s;t be &s;hut out o'dores and walk naked.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Dame <HI>Betteris,</HI> you are innocent: You have not open'd my Balcone to night, nor have walkt bare-footed to make le&s;s noi&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! is that it? I left your lac'd linnen drying on a Line, and went into the Garden for fear &s;ome body &s;hould &s;teal it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="11" REF="9">
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and you di&s;cour&s;t with my Linnen: My ears deceiv'd me, I did not hear you talk.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps I was at prayers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, &s;o loud?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, that heav'n might hear me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>And 'twas no man, but my linnen, that leapt down from my Balcone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray do not believe it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aw it, <HI>Bettris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, my dear Mi&s;tre&s;s, it is true. But <HI>Don Lewis</HI> &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Heav'n! how that name hurts me? was it <HI>Don Lewis?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Madam, your fair Cou&s;en.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>My fair Cou&s;en! Thou black wretch! for what de&s;ign had he admittance?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>If 'tis a great &s;in to be charitable you have cau&s;e to be angry. But if you will but hear me &s;peak &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may &s;peak long enough before I believe you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas la&s;t night when that delicate <HI>Don Lewis</HI> came to &s;ee you, and becau&s;e it rain'd I let him into the Hall; and, much again&s;t my will; for I am tender of &s;candal: but the poor man, being impa|tient, went up; and pre&s;ently after I heard your Father <HI>Don Ferdi|nand</HI> &s;pit aloud (for he alwayes coughs when he &s;pits) and will be heard farr enough. I'll warrant him as &s;ound as any man of <HI>Madrid.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, proceed to the ill purpo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>At this noi&s;e <HI>Don Lewis</HI> &s;av'd him&s;elf in your Balcone, which he found half open, and I lockt him in till you arriv'd with the old man; with whom you di&s;cour&s;t too long, and made <HI>Don Lewis</HI> im|patient agen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth we were very uncivil to him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;tay'd till you were a bed; and then (being in my nature alwayes inclin'd to charitable deeds) I went to free him from his im|pri&s;onment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good heart!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;aid he mu&s;t needs &s;peak with you one moment, but I warrant you, I was &s;harp enough; and told him plainly that your Curtains were drawn.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>That was &s;evere indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aw tears fall from his eyes, and at the &s;ame time felt a few
<PB N="12" REF="10"> Pi&s;tols drop into my hand. He conjur'd me with &s;uch &s;weet words; calling me, my Heart, my dear <HI>Bettris,</HI> and then put on my finger a Diamond-Ring; which did &s;o vex me that I was ready to fly in's face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>That had been too cruel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> but that his &s;uff<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rings wrought me agen into pitty; for truly I cannot hate the man. But in your int're&s;t I know no body.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank you, good Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Bettris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>But when he &s;aw I was &s;o much in earne&s;t that my face was all fire &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;aw the flu&s;hing of your anger though it were dark; but indeed all kind of fire is mo&s;t vi&s;ible at night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>He leapt from the Balcone into the Street; where I heard them cry, kill! kill! and this is the notable cau&s;e of your putting me away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, you'll forgive me if I mu&s;t needs be too blame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I built my happine&s;s upon your Marriage. But if my zeal to &s;erve you were known to <HI>Don John</HI> (who they &s;ay is come to Town) I &s;hould hope for as ill &s;ucce&s;s as I have now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? <HI>Don John,</HI> too? the man I fear and mo&s;t abhorre. After my rage again&s;t <HI>Don Lewis</HI> do you think to a&s;&s;wage me with the mention of <HI>Don John?</HI> Fare you well, Maid of Honour, let me &s;ee you no more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let the Devill take <HI>Don Lewis</HI> who is the cau&s;e of this.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> I&s;abella.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> D. Ferdinand <HI>at the other Do<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter <HI>Bettris,</HI> are you weeping?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Daughter, Sir, has di&s;mi&s;t me from her &s;ervice, and for nothing, Sir, but for wi&s;hing her favorable opinion of <HI>Don John,</HI> becau&s;e he de&s;erves it, and you de&s;ire it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That's a &s;mall cau&s;e for your di&s;mi&s;&s;ion; but I'll ende|vor to reconcile you. Bid your Mi&s;tre&s;s come hither. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Bettris.</STAGE> They have often little quarrels; &s;ometimes for a Curle di&s;order'd, or a black-Patch mi&s;-plac'd; and more often they differ in expounding of Dreams: but this is no time for expul&s;ion of &s;ervants. If <HI>Don John</HI> D' <HI>Alverad</HI> come, (who is expected to night) I'll throw away
<PB N="13" REF="10"> my Staff, which is my Third Leg, and with my other Two lead 'em a Dance.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter I&s;abella.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you are perhaps, contriving my Marriage with <HI>Don John;</HI> but I hope you'll ordain me a death le&s;s cruel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Minion, you are for &s;ome unexperienc'd Gallant, that ne|ver travail'd but Northward, and that was to ob&s;erve the variety of Flaxen Hair, and to bring home Perewigs for Pre&s;ents at Court; who &s;pends the morning in tyring good men with the repetition of ill Ver&s;es, and in the afternoon lies &s;tretcht out at length, in his open Gilt Coach, like the Image of Lazine&s;s drawn in Triumph through the City. &mdash; The Baggage laughs when I would have her weep.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you have rea&s;on to be angry; but I've as much cau&s;e to laugh when I behold this Picture of a Suitor &s;o deform'd that he &s;eems ridiculous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You judge of a Man by his Picture; let me &s;ee it.&mdash; How the Devill have I baited my Hook at Court, that I have been &s;ix Months a fi&s;hing for this Cods-head? yet many have told me that D. <HI>John d' Alverad</HI> was a per&s;on highly e&s;teem'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>If he had been tollerably hand&s;ome your command might be obey'd,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well, however you &s;hall promi&s;e me to u&s;e him civilly, and <HI>I</HI>'ll then find a remedy for your grief.
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lucilla, <HI>vail'd.</HI></STAGE> But here comes a Lady that will not &s;hew her &s;elf, <HI>I</HI> wonder who let her in, and would not fir&s;t ask, whether we would be vi&s;ible? Madam, without &s;eeing your face, or inquiring your name, you may freely command me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinand, I</HI> expect no le&s;s from your civil reputation. <HI>I</HI> come to you for refuge, and be&s;eech you without any witne&s;s <HI>I</HI> may tell you my misfortunes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may Daughter retire. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> I&s;abell.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would I could &s;o expre&s;s my griefs that you might find &s;ome excu&s;e for my faults. But if you could number my tears per|haps you would confe&s;s that my eyes have been &s;ufficiently puni&s;ht by my Crimes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Stranger has no ill behaviour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="14" REF="11">
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, let me imbrace your knees, and not ri&s;e from mine till I obtain that &s;uccour which I hope you will afford me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>This &s;tile is &s;omewhat Romantick. My fooli&s;h Daughter never read Romances, but, for my part, I e&s;teem <HI>Amadis</HI> and all &s;uch antient and di&s;creet Records of Love and Honour. Madam you &s;eem not a per&s;on to whom a Gentleman &s;hould refu&s;e any thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I mu&s;t then give you the trouble of knowing my Race, and of hearing my misfortunes. My Race you will ea&s;ily know, for my dead Father often told me, that he had made a friend&s;hip wi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">h you at <HI>Rome,</HI> and that you are a per&s;on both obliging and brave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I owe him much for that Character, and &s;hall be ready to pay the debt to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, <HI>Burgos</HI> is the Town where I receiv'd my fir&s;t being, and unfortunately the flames of Love. My Mother dy'd at my birth, and my Father decea&s;'d &s;oon after her when he perceiv'd the misfortune of my love. His name was <HI>Diego d' Alverad.</HI> He bred me with great care and bounty, and he had much hope of my Infancy; but alas! it was a fal&s;e hope. My Two Brothers were no le&s;s cheri&s;ht by him, and I as much by them; with whom I happily liv'd. But oh, how love did change my de&s;tiny!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>A thou&s;and cur&s;es take that Devil Love, it imbroyles us all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Stranger who came to &s;ee the Triumphs at <HI>Burgos</HI> did in tho&s;e Turnements appear to have no equal. We fir&s;t &s;aw one an|other in an A&s;&s;embly; I was courted by him, and did endure his Court&s;hip, or rather I was charm'd by him. He pretended to love me; and I lov'd him, but now, Sir, let my tears &s;peak for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure all Lovers were born in <HI>April:</HI> they never mention Sun-&s;hine without a &s;howr after it. This may teach me to marry my Daughter to &s;ome Gentleman whom &s;he does not love. But, Madam, pray proceed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>The re&s;t is fatal, Sir, and full of &s;hame. Alas my fault de|priv'd me of a Brother, and my afflicted Father &s;oon dy'd after him. My pa&s;&s;ion had &s;o overma&s;ter'd my rea&s;on, that I &s;till ador'd my unfaithfull Lover, who&s;e return to <HI>Burgos</HI> I did two years vain|ly expect, and at la&s;t found that I was cruelly for&s;aken: and then I for&s;ook my Kinred, and, cur&s;ing fatal Love, am hither guided by
<PB N="15" REF="11"> madne&s;s to &s;eek that fal&s;e man whom more than ju&s;tly I ought to hate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is not this &s;ufficient to teach Parents to marry their Daugh|ters without any lea&s;t mention of love. Madam, how the Devil could you be cou&s;en'd with love?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, Sir, he told me he would be faithful. But Women &s;hou'd never believe that beauty can &s;ufficiently oblige the hearts of men, e&s;pecially if men be &s;o hand&s;ome as to prevail on women.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad <HI>Don John</HI>'s Picture renders him ugly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh <HI>Don Ferdinand!</HI> I am a fearful example for having too much believ'd a cruel Tyger, who triumphs over me, di&s;gui&s;ing his name as fal&s;ely as his faith: a name which no man &s;eems to know, yet I am certain he lurks hereabouts. To you I addre&s;s my &s;elf as my la&s;t remedy, and I demand your ayd to find him out. I know the quality you bear about this place may apprehend him, and force him to do me rea&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall be one of <HI>Cupids</HI> Baylies, and watch to arre&s;t a man for debts of love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll not alledge my Father nor his memory, but by your own glory will conjure you, and not oblige you by any phra&s;e of flat|tery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, to be &s;hort, I am your humble &s;ervant; and &s;uch I have been ever to your Father, who did me the honour to call me Brother. Di&s;po&s;e of all my power; my Daughter &s;hall endeavour to a&s;&s;wage your griefs.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Nephew, Sir, de&s;ires your ear for &s;omething of impor|tance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Ferd.</HI> to <HI>Lucill.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, my return &s;hall be &s;odain. <HI>Bettris</HI> lead her to my appartment, and admit my Nephew pre&s;ently.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Lucilla, Bettris.</STAGE>
<P>The chance is odd that this Lady proves the Si&s;ter of my elected Son-in-Law. I mu&s;t pre&s;ent her to him if he will &s;ee her. My Ne|phew and I will joyn our powers to &s;eek her Lover, and to do her Ju|&s;tice. <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> D. Lewis.</STAGE></P>
<P>O dear <HI>Don Lewis,</HI> my brave Nephew, what brings you hither, how may I &s;erve you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="16" REF="12">
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, a friend of mine has lately adverti&s;'d me of a quar|rel coming towards me, and I am come for your advice, who are a perfect Judge of Combats of Honour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you can imploy no other whom you love more than me, nor that loves you more than I do, I'm at your &s;ervice. What is that Paper in your hand?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'll read it to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do, for I have lo&s;t my &s;pectacles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>reads.</P>
<P><HI>The younger Brother of him whom you kill'd upon &s;ome love-accompts, departs from this place to day to goe where you are. I know not perfectly the occa&s;ion, but am certain that to give you notice of it is not ill done by your Servant</HI> Don Pedro O&s;&s;orio.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where did you incounter him who is &s;lain?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>In <HI>Burgos.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was he a Cavalier?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and my great Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>In &s;ingle Combat?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>No, by mi&s;take, in the darkne&s;s of the night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tell me the manner of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You remember the Triumphs at <HI>Burgos</HI> for the fir&s;t <HI>Infante.</HI> A Friend of mine invited me thither to &s;hew me the common valour of our Nation in the <HI>Joco de Toros.</HI> The night after the Tri|umph he led me to &s;ee the Ladies at a Ball, where I was conquer'd by a Beauty, and &s;he by me; but this great happine&s;s &s;oon turn'd into a great misfortune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Sir, proceed:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I was allow'd the honour the next day to give her a vi|&s;it, lov d her &s;incerely, and being one night together I heard an at|tempt to break open the dore. I &s;aw her tremble and drew my &s;word for her &s;afety. She took the Candle and blew it out. The dore was open'd, and I was attacqu'd, and in the incounter, not having the u&s;e of my Eyes, there &s;ell at my Feet one mortally wounded; the dark|ne&s;s made my e&s;cape ea&s;ie. But in the morning I was overwhelm'd with grief, being inform'd that the per&s;on &s;laine was Brother to my Mi&s;tre&s;s, and the &s;ame intimate Friend, who invited me to <HI>Burgos.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e are the effects of love, and yet my fooli&s;h Daughter will needs be in love before &s;he marry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="17" REF="12">
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>My e&s;cape from <HI>Burgos</HI> was ea&s;ie, becau&s;e I was not known in publick. You &s;ee the intelligence which is given me, and of what u&s;e your coun&s;el may be in the affair. A Gent<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eman is in &s;earch of me, who is led hither by revenge. It were lo&s;s of honour to avoid him, and it were cruelty to kill him. But &s;ome body knocks at your Gate. <STAGE>Knocking within.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>And rudely too. Who dares be thus in&s;olent?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, Sir, give me a hundred Crowns for my good news.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;tay till they are told out, and give me the news fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where is my Mi&s;tre&s;s? Her Suitor is below all over pow|der'd, and perfum'd. He &s;eems a merry and innocent man, for he laughs at every thing as if he had no more cares than a Capuchin.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, it &s;eems you have a de&s;ign to marry my Cou&s;in, and &s;ecretly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>How am I wounded with this news!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bid my Daughter come down. Make ha&s;te.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>You need not doubt my &s;peed when I'm to bring Lovers to|gether. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;hall I bear this per&s;ecution?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd. a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall have u&s;e of all my under&s;tanding to get clear from the perplexity of my divided int're&s;t. My Nephew has kill'd the Brother of him who is to marry my Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> I&s;abella.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall grow mad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come <HI>I&s;abella,</HI> we mu&s;t prepare to meet your Suitor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or rather to meet death. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Sancho, Todelet, <HI>in</HI> Don John's <HI>Habit;</HI> Don John <HI>in</HI> Todelets Habit.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I told you my Ma&s;ters name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>You did.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="18" REF="13">
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>And does your Ma&s;ter know that he is here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>He doth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sure <HI>Don Ferdinand</HI>'s detain'd by &s;ome important bu|&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I hope when that's di&s;patcht, <HI>Don John</HI> &s;hall have the honour to ki&s;s his hands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This Laconick Fool makes brevity ridiculous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Todelet.</SPEAKER>
<P>An A&s;s for brevity &s;ake &s;hould have cropt Ears and a bob'd Tail.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>My Ma&s;ter is arriv'd upon de&s;ign of Allyance with yours, and I hope we, who are their Servants, may become a kin to one an|other by friend&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis fit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Your hand &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take it &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Your name?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Sancho.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your name?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Todelet.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good. <STAGE>They embrace.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Friend, you are a man of brevity. I would your Ma&s;ter were &s;o too. Shall I not &s;ee him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>But (by your favour) in what quantity of time?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>A trice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;atisfiy'd: but have not yet &s;atisfy'd for your diligence&mdash; I'm &s;orry 'tis the fa&s;hion for Gallants to carry no mony about 'em. <STAGE>Feels in his Pockets and finds no money.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's ill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>But my Trunks are coming.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>If my Sumpter proves lame I &s;hall borrow of your Ma&s;ter ra|ther than be in debt to his man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>He means to repre&s;ent me fir&s;t by &s;hewing his bounty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I grow impatient, and mu&s;t be diverted. Friend, what is there here to &s;ee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="19" REF="13">
<SPEAKER>Sanch.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I u&s;e to &s;pend my time in things of more importance. <STAGE>Todelet.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Inquire if his Ma&s;ter be learned.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's &s;o &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's vi&s;it his Library. Yet, now I think on't, I have had my head twice crackt with reaching down great Books from high Shelves. Well, 'tis &s;trange how &s;ince my childhood I ever lov'd huge great Books, and could read in 'em as ea&s;ily as if they were but little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This is to &s;hew he is a man of learning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Next to great Books I love intollerable long Letters in &s;hort hand. If I had one here, you &s;hould &s;ee me begin at <HI>Loving kind Friend,</HI> and in a moment, end at <HI>Yours as his own.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This &s;hews him a man of bu&s;ine&s;s and of di&s;patch too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>This (I take it) is your Ante-chamber. The Floor is &s;mooth, but &s;omewhat bare: my Rooms at home are all matted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>How like a dull Rogue he boa&s;ts of his rich furniture.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>We u&s;e no Mats.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Friend?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>For fear &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of what?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of Fleas.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, poor things! they do no harm, we never u&s;e to kill 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Now he &s;hews him&s;elf a man of mercy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>In this Country &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, &s;peak your mind.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fleas u&s;e &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>What?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>To bite.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>We have abundance of 'em, but not a man of mine does e|ver feel 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's &s;trange.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Family feeds well, and then they &s;leep &s;o &s;oundly that Pune&s;es cannot wake 'em. Lord, how I love to hear my &s;ervants &s;nore after dinner.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Now he &s;hews his Ho&s;pitality.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="20" REF="14">
<SPEAKER><HI>Sancho</HI> to <HI>D. John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>We &s;hall all grow fat when your Ma&s;ter keeps hou&s;e here: yet you, me-thinks, are &s;omewhat lean.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I thought this fellows Tongue had been wound up like a Clock to regular &s;tops, but now it &s;truck above Twelve words. Sir I may tru&s;t you, who are hereafter to be my faithfull Friend. The chief rea&s;on why I am not fat is, mo&s;t e&s;pecially, becau&s;e I am in love with Three of our Neighbours Maids.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Three?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I confe&s;s I am unfortunate in it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>My Grandmother was a Poete&s;s, and a great ob&s;erver of love, and was wont to put her thoughts into Ver&s;e, which were very pithy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;hort.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>She wrot according to her own Cyze, for &s;he was a very &s;hort Woman. Shall I repeat?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pronounce.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>A Ruddy Sanguine Man.</L>
<L>Grows quickly pale and wan,</L>
<L>And is by Love undone</L>
<L>Even when he loves but one.</L>
<L>But I am much mi&s;taken</L>
<L>If Two will not make</L>
<L>As lean as a Rake</L>
<L>A Lover fat as Bacon.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> D. Ferd. D. Lewis, I&s;abel, Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don John,</HI> fir&s;t for your Fathers &s;ake, then for your own I mu&s;t embrace; nay let me bind you clo&s;e to my heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you may cla&s;p me as hard as you plea&s;e, for I'll a&s;&s;ure you I am very &s;ound both Spring and Fall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sound? that's an odd a&s;&s;urance from a Son in Law.</P>
<P>Sir, you are welcome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I knew that before, Sir; which may give y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u a &s;mall ta&s;te of my under&s;tanding; pray &s;peak only things that are nece&s;&s;ary; for I love few words.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="21" REF="14">
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This Son in Law will prove wi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>I&s;abella <HI>draws</HI> Todelets <HI>Picture and looks on it a&s;ide.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Painter has done him no wrong.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Her Beauty exceeds all that any Pencil can de&s;cribe.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>D. John <HI>looks on</HI> I&s;abella's <HI>Picture a&s;ide.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Father in Law looks as gravely as an Owl at Noon pearcht over a Church-Porch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I fear my Son in Law is not very eloquent, he &s;peaks in private between the Teeth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab. a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was ever deformity copy'd with more exact propor|tion to the Original.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Tod.</HI> to <HI>I&s;ab.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I can &s;ee you through my Fingers and know you at fir&s;t &s;ight by the Picture you &s;ent me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's one of tho&s;e &s;ubtle Spies who peeps through the Key|hole when the dore is open.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Tod.</HI> to <HI>I&s;abell.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You think me a very de&s;perate man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>For coming near &s;o bright a Sun as you a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e without a Para&s;ol, Umbrellia, or a Bondgrace.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>You intend to be very witty, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell you agen, my bright Sun, not one among a thou&s;and would venture his complexion &s;o near you as I do. But what care I for being tann'd&punc;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">is, but fleaing the old skin, and when your cheeks are raw the crim&s;on will appear pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That Dam&s;el is too pert. Dear Chuck of my Cheeks, you &s;hould keep the&s;e Paraqueeto's in a Cage. How many of 'em have you? Slight, I think I'm left alone <HI>Todelet!</HI> where are all my People? <HI>Todelet?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My heart beats too much at &s;ight of my Mi&s;tre&s;s. If I faint with love be &s;ure to hold me up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lady, you &s;ay nothing: but I'm glad you are &s;ilent, for if you &s;hould &s;hew as much w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t as you do beauty, I were a dead man. <HI>Todelet.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>To drive away the &s;orrows of love I prithee break a Jea&s;t or two, or tell my Mi&s;tre&s;s &s;ome of mine to cure her melancholy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="22" REF="15">
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Father has made a rare choice. This extraordinary Fool is only fit for Chri&s;tmas.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinand,</HI> doe you alwayes &s;erve for a Skreen to your Daughter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>Unlucky Rogue! what Devil taught thee to ask that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>That que&s;tion is not very civil.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho&s;e that are angry may &s;hew their teeth; but let them be &s;ure that they be &s;harp.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, no man will doubt yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho&s;e who dare doubt mine may meet me &mdash; at dinner; and after dinner may walk a turn in the Field. It may be whol&s;ome for &s;ome, but for others it may prove dang'rous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>He grows angry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>May not a man &s;ee a &s;nip of her face? I pray, Lady of my lips, blink on me a little with one eye. <HI>Don Ferdinand,</HI> let &s;ome body bring her near me; or at lea&s;t &s;hew me her Hand, or her Arme, or a little of her Leg.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>This cour&s;e Villain has been bred in a Bu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">cher-Row.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Daughter had rea&s;on. My Son in Law is a Coxcomb.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord, how nice they are of their Brides in this Country! any where el&s;e I might e'r this have had a dozen ki&s;&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>How I am vext at his want of breeding!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Father in Law you mu&s;t pardon me. I am a little boy&s;trous, but I am very loving. My dainty Duckling may I know what gu&s;t you take in having the honour to &s;ee me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's civilly askt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>O impertinent Son in Law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>They laugh. I &s;hall be loth to marry in &s;o fooli&s;h a Kinred as have no more wit than to laugh at me. <HI>Don Ferdinand,</HI> pray call for a Chair: you are ill &s;erv'd; but I will vouch&s;afe to reach one my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd. a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay agen my Son in law is a very Coxcomb. <STAGE><HI>Bettris</HI> reach a Chair.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweet Syrrop of my Soul, pray tell me, do you wear Cho|peens? in truth if you do not, you are of a rea&s;onable good &s;tature, and worthy of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>An excellent good Complement.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="23" REF="15">
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That young man is given to prating. Tell me, my bright Sun, do you &s;hine on him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is my Cou&s;in Germain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pronounce the third time that my Son-in law is a Cox|comb.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Cou&s;in Germain revives my jealou&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lady, have you never an Ear-picker about you; there's &s;omething tickles me within, and I broke mine with picking my teeth. What all laughing agen? Lady, you laugh &s;curvily! you laugh like a Munky that has &s;toln cher<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ies; he, he, he, he!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>D. Lewis</HI> to <HI>I&s;abel.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Cou&s;in you do not &s;atisfie the Gentleman, he askt you e'n now how you did reli&s;h the honour of &s;eeing him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t confe&s;s I never &s;aw his Equal both in body and mind.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, every one &s;ays as much of me. But the twenty thou&s;and Crowns, are they ready? Let's di&s;patch the Marriage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, <HI>D. John?</HI> you are mercenary.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho&s;e who believe it are very de&s;perate. But would I could meet 'em in <HI>Alverad.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>In <HI>Alverad!</HI> Had you not a Brother, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, whom a ba&s;e Murderer kill'd in the dark.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>If <HI>Don John</HI> could find the Murderer he would eat his heart; but the Coward hides him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This Groom is very impudent. But, Friend, I have been told &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What have you been told, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That it was meerly by mi&s;chance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>He ly'd that told you &s;o; it was treachery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI> to <HI>I&s;abel.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Do you ob&s;erve his &s;awcine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;abel.</SPEAKER>
<P>Methinks his anger has &s;omething gracefull in it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Then you allow his in&s;olence?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;abel.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hews no meanne&s;s in his courage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis</HI> to D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall find you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You may, for I &s;hall never avoid you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;abel.</SPEAKER>
<P>O pitty hide thine eyes! how can&s;t thou &s;ee &s;uch Gallan|try in &s;uch a low condition?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Wer't not in this place, I &s;hould make you &s;ilent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="24" REF="16">
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My man is almo&s;t as valiant as my &s;elf, but a little ra&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Uncle, &s;hall I indure this from that Groom?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I charge you be di&s;creet. Her's a fair beginning of a marriage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My dear Dumpling let 'em quarrel; and let us talk and be witty and &s;ell Bargains.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you ha' not yet &s;een the Hou&s;e.</P>
<P><HI>Bettris</HI> make ha&s;te, open the Gallery. Nephew, I conjure you to make u&s;e of your di&s;cretion. Come Gentlemen, what do you &s;tay for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I love the down-right familiarity of <HI>Alverad,</HI> and hate Com|plement.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That's for &s;aving of time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>We often (out of heartine&s;s and ha&s;te) &s;alute Ladies with our hats on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Do you &s;o, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and take 'em by the hand without the tedious Ceremo|ny of pulling off our Gloves.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis true, time is a precious thing and ought to be &s;av'd. Son-in-law it becomes you. <STAGE>Exeunt Omnes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Betteris, Stephano.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Retire to the Garret over that Chamber where I mu&s;t hide your Ma&s;ter, and there you mu&s;t lie clo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hould lie clo&s;er if you were with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Certainly you men are very cold Creatures: you are alwaies wi&s;hing for &s;omething to keep you warme.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah <HI>Bettris,</HI> a Garret without a Chimney is a cold habitati|on. But if you were near me &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">now but one Hoop in the world can bind us clo&s;e to|gether.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do you mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Wedding-Ring.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's a &s;trong Hoop indeed, and will hold out long. I have no Land nor Hou&s;e; and though there are many Hou&s;es in Town, yet tho&s;e Tenants never get much furniture who begin with a Cradle. I am not rich enough to marry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's ill news, but I will tell you better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="25" REF="16">
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prithee do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>At night when the Ma&s;ters are abed the Men &s;hall have a Sack-Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;hall they be very merry with the Maids?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, unle&s;s the Men be in love, for then, alas, they'll do no|thing but &s;igh.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Lady is that whom your Mi&s;tre&s;s does conceal?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know her not. <HI>Sancho</HI> does mannage that de&s;ign; her Maid is his Sweet-heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall &s;he be with us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has invited her.</P>
<P>You wi&s;h my Company and inquire after her. None but a cold Bed|fellow would have two Warming-Pans.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Sancho D. John, Laura.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Signior <HI>Sancho,</HI> there is nothing more Medc'nal again&s;t the Con&s;umption of Love than a Sack-Po&s;&s;et. But &s;hall I be at it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am much oblig'd to you for the Invitation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope I may have leave to &s;eal an acquaintance on this fair Gentlewomans hand?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may. <STAGE>D. John <HI>&s;alutes</HI> Laura.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are pleas'd to make u&s;e of your authority.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>I Pray give me leave to &s;alute Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Betteris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>The favour ought to go round. I hope I &s;hall not be a &s;tran|ger to your Mi&s;tri&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>No. <STAGE>Stephano <HI>&s;alutes</HI> Laura.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your authority extends &s;o far as to make me likewi&s;e known to Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Betteris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>It doth. <STAGE>D. John <HI>&s;alutes</HI> Betteris.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, we &s;hall be all happy when our Lords and Ladies are a&s;leep. There is nothing &s;o &s;weet as Midnight and Sack-Po&s;&s;et. Is there Signior <HI>Sancho?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="26" REF="17">
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>What can be &s;weeter in this bitter World?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bu&s;s and Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>I&s;abel</HI> within.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Bettris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lady calls me. Let every one ha&s;ten to their appointed &s;tations.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>The next time when our Ma&s;ters go to bed early we mu&s;t be contented to &s;it up late.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! we Servants are mi&s;erable. We mu&s;t be fain to watch when they &s;leep.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let us meet chearfully, and with &s;hort ceremonies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>And long &s;poons. <STAGE><HI>Exeunt all &s;everal waies but</HI> Don John.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have more light to lead my jealou&s;ie.</L>
<L>And now mu&s;t &s;eek the man to whom Revenge</L>
<L>Is yet indebted for my Brother's Blood;</L>
<L>Then where my vain, imprudent Si&s;ter lives,</L>
<L>And where her perjur'd Friend. Well, it grows &s;trong</L>
<L>In my belief that <HI>I&s;abella</HI>'s Cou&s;in</L>
<L>Is he whom I di&s;cern'd in the Balcone;</L>
<L>Oh <HI>I&s;abell!</HI> be wi&s;e as thou art fair;</L>
<L>Turn not my love to dangerous de&s;pair.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. III.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Don Lewis, Stephano.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>URge me no more; the lot is ca&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>In troth <HI>Don John</HI> is much beholding to you. You have for&s;aken his Si&s;ter, kill'd his Bro|ther, and now pretend to his Wife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>My hope relies on my per&s;everance, and on <HI>Betteris,</HI> and on thee; on my Uncle, on <HI>I&s;abella,</HI> and on my &s;elf: I rely much too on the rudene&s;s of <HI>Don John</HI>'s behaviour, but mo&s;t of all on the civility of my Godde&s;s Fortune.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="27" REF="17"><HI>Enter</HI> Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, Sir, is it you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>None but a Maid, who loves to meet men in the dark would ask that que&s;tion with her eyes open.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are &s;till drawing the Fools weapon: I pray put up your Tongue. I come not to you, but to your Ma&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear <HI>Bettris,</HI> tell me a little of the Son-in-law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u have but a little when much may be &s;poken? He din'd, and did eat till his doublet grew &s;o narrow that 'twas dan|gerous to &s;it near him; for his buttons flew about like a volley of &s;hot, and after dinner he retir'd to a dirty Entry, where he &s;lept on a Bench and &s;nor'd in con&s;ort, like three fat Carriers in one Bed. But I'll tell you what pa&s;s'd be&s;ides.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>My poor <HI>Bettris!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>My poor <HI>D. Lewis!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>My fortune I expect from thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I mine from you: but you have yet proceeded no further than promi&s;e: yet that's &s;ufficient to one who abhorres intere&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prithee ask my Man if I have not left my Gold un|der my Bol&s;ter; and whether I am not to morrow to receive four hundred Duckets?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, well! he<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r me in few words. <HI>Don Ferdinand</HI> your Uncle has chaff'd him&s;elf into a Fevor: he would fain be di&s;ingag'd. Your dear <HI>I&s;abella</HI> is more vext than he. Now is the time or never: you mu&s;t endeavour to &s;ee her, and give her as many promi&s;es as tho&s;e m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ke who intend to keep none. Write her Poetical Letters, and be &s;ure not to leave out her Lillies nor her Ro&s;es: you mu&s;t weep, &s;igh, and pull off your Periwig, that you may tear your own hair: tell her you'l cut your own throat, or at lea&s;t that you know an ea&s;ie way to hang your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Concerning that, <HI>Betteris,</HI> you may &s;afely pa&s;s your word for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>If the in&s;olence of pa&s;&s;ion will not prevail you mu&s;t re&s;ume your mode&s;ty, whine civily, and only wi&s;h your &s;elf dead; and be not amaz'd when &s;he grows impatient. What, you &s;mile at this good coun&s;el?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="28" REF="18">
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, but it &s;eems a little new.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>The p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">actice of it is as antient as the Love-Tricks in Troy. But I have &s;tayd too long. Be&s;hrew my heart for my kindne&s;s to you. Goe, Sir, &s;teal through the Garden dore. Farewel, Sir, and I pray give your Man leave to &s;hift your Trenchers before they are empty. He looks leaner than Lent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell fal&s;e money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Remember that I clipt your beard by Moon-&s;hine with the Gard'ners great Sheers when you lay a &s;leep like a dead Perdu in the Arbour. O, y'are a proper Watchman to attend Lovers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Beard Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Marmalad.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, when my Ladies little Dog &s;melt you out, by the bro|ken meat in your Pocket.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I'll marry thee for a Month, that I may get autho|rity to &s;wadle thee for having no Portion.. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ferdinand, I&s;abella.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll rather die of naked poverty than break my word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Father!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are a Fool, and all that you can hope, is that I may de|ferr your Marriage a few dayes. But was ever any bu&s;ine&s;s &s;o incum|ber'd? My Son-in law is offended, and my Nephew being the cau&s;e of it, I ought to be &s;o too. Shall I abandon one and joyn with the o|ther? I owe my &s;elf to one by blood, and to the other by honor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;eems, Sir, 'twas <HI>Don Lewis</HI> that kill'd his Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and to increa&s;e the perplexity, the Si&s;ter of <HI>Don John</HI> implores me again&s;t him: how can I, in honour, refu&s;e to a&s;&s;i&s;t her? and to day my Nephew tells me, he has need of my advice again&s;t a man whom he has doubly offended, and that man mu&s;t be my Son-in-law. Head hold out one day, and &s;plit not during this &s;torme of bus'ne&s;s. Farewell, I'll go ta&s;te my Son-in-Law. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I'll go weep. O Heav'n! to what a Brute am I con|demn'd? Was not my aver&s;ion a &s;ufficient torment without giving me a new affliction by another pa&s;&s;ion? Was't not enough to be un|happy by the addre&s;s of the Ma&s;ter, but I mu&s;t love his Man? Ah, my &s;tarres hate mee too much, when they make me love one whom I dare not name to my own ear. Mu&s;t I adore him who never can be
<PB N="29" REF="18"> mine, and at the &s;ame time abhorre the Per&s;on for whom I am decreed? A third Evil is joyn'd to t'other two. <HI>Don Lewis,</HI> whom I hate, loves me. At once I hate, and fear, and am in love. O who can deliver me from this entangled de&s;tiny?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Don Lewis.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis I, O charming <HI>I&s;abella!</HI> that will deliver you, and di&s;ingage you f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">om <HI>Don John:</HI> for &s;ince <HI>Don Lewis,</HI> whom you have de&s;pi&s;'d, is now admitted to your favour, your breath contains my Rivals de&s;tiny. Pro&s;cribe him with one word, and, with this &s;word I am his Executioner.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Heav'ns! dare you propo&s;e a mi&s;chief of this bloody &s;hape? Be gon, unhappy Wretch: thou art unworthy of that pity, which, to the injury of Ju&s;tice, thy name and blood being mine, makes me afford thee. How can&s;t thou love me if thou think&s;t me capable even but to hear thy black de&s;ign? Fly, fly to <HI>Burgos</HI> with thy per|fidiou&s;ne&s;s, and there go act thy Tragedies. Go and deceive the Si&s;ter of the Brother thou ha&s;t &s;lain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! if ever &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace, peace, thou blacke&s;t of ill-&s;pirits, or I will fill the Hou&s;e with exclamations.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;peak low; <HI>Don Ferdinand</HI> and the Son-in-law are upon the &s;tairs, they may hear you. How &s;hall we &s;hift <HI>Don Lewis</HI> away, for <HI>Don John</HI>'s man is in the next Chamber. I would he would &s;hew his extraordinary di&s;cretion and good meen &s;ome where el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hall we do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I dur&s;t appear &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Keep your expedients, for your own u&s;e; 'tis I that am con|cern'd now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>If his angry Man &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, Sir, he &s;eems not one who&s;e anger may be tam'd with threatning. <HI>Bettris!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I tremble a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l over. What think you if I awhile con|ceal <HI>Don Lewis</HI> in your Chamber?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="30" REF="19">
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Di&s;po&s;e of him any where, provided he be far from my &s;ight.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, be froward then a while; and rai&s;e your voice, and call me bold, and impud<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<L>I under&s;tand you. <STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Don Lewis, Bettris. I&s;abella <HI>&s;peaks loud.</HI></STAGE></L>
<L>You &s;ay <HI>Don John</HI> is not hand&s;ome.</L>
<L>What, he di&s;plea&s;es you? you'l mend his making, I like him as he is.</L>
<L>I would my Father heard you. Y'are in&s;olent, be gone!</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> D. Ferdinand, Tod. <HI>and D. John.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>We hear you Daughter. You are angry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis only for a trifle which my Maid has lo&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humph. This will not pa&s;s; for, though I'm &s;tuft in the head, yet I can blow my No&s;e as well as another to &s;mell things out. No, no, I &s;ee I may make love long enough before you &s;micker at me. You may e'en keep your Portion, I &s;hall find my Land in the old Place.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, Sir, will you be gone?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>When two or three have &s;ufficiently for&s;worn them&s;elves to you, then you'll tuck up your Petticoats and follow me to <HI>Al|verad.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>This dull Rogue, for fear he &s;hould not be unlucky e|nough to do me mi&s;chief, makes it up with inundations of folly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Son-in-law, me-thinks your behaviour is a little out of fa|&s;hion, and, in plain terms, you want wi&s;dom.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Father-in-law, this is but a trick of mine to try her love. I'll &s;ound her heart though it lies as deep as her belly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay they are pollitick in your Province. But if my Daugh|ter be thoroughly anger'd&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e are a kind of witty f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">umps of mine like &s;elling of Bar|gains; I'll come off well enough. Let's walk into the Gallery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>For fear this extraordinary Brute &s;hould find out his Si|&s;ter, I'll leave him in the hands of his Mi&s;tre&s;s. Stay here a while, Sir, with my Daughter<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">. I mu&s;t part from you one moment upon a pre&s;&s;ing occa&s;ion. <STAGE><HI>Exit.</HI> D. Ferd.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My dainty Dears your Father being gone, and here being none but Friends left, you may &s;wear to me in private how much you
<PB N="31" REF="19"> love me. I'll &s;ay nothing to any body. I can keep decrets; for when I'm askt what a clock 'tis, I never tell for fear men &s;hould take me for a blab.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I'll deal f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eely with you. I was never in love till to day: I had formerly an aver&s;ion to it, di&s;dain was all my pa&s;&s;ion. Believe me, Sir, the flame of love is only known to me &s;ince your arrival. But &s;ince my love can meet none equal to it, &s;hould it rejoyce when it incounters yours? No, Sir, to the contrary; I'm in extreme pain to &s;ee you love me, and that I mu&s;t likewi&s;e love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humph! if I had not a great deal of wit<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> I &s;hould hardly under&s;tand you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your pa&s;&s;ion equals not the price of mine,</L>
<L>Though what is with you, and to you belongs.</L>
<L>Is e'n all that which I do mo&s;t adore,</L>
<L>Yet in you is all that which I abhorre.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! what belongs to me, and is with me, you adore, and what is in me, you abhorre. Lady to &s;uch dark &s;ayings as the&s;e, the antient Philo&s;ophers of <HI>Alverad</HI> make an&s;wer in a &s;ubtle que&s;tion; which is, Ridle my Ridle what's this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I mu&s;t ju&s;tifie my meaning to you,</L>
<L>You doubt my flame, but, Sir, I &s;ay agen</L>
<L>I lo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e that which is yours, and love it much.</L>
<L>In &s;eeing it I altogether &s;ee</L>
<L>The object of my love, and then I burn and tremble,</L>
<L>Burn with de&s;ire, and tremble with my fear.</L>
<L>Y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u cau&s;e at once my joy and &s;orrow too,</L>
<L>What evil can there be more &s;trange and rare?</L>
<L>Which when I hide I then almo&s;t declare.</L>
<L>If I, to ea&s;e my pain, my mind reveal</L>
<L>I danger bring to that which I would heal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>She has wit prevailing as her beauty, but 'tis my&s;tical.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>If men &s;wear they are bewitcht when they are in love, then I, being in love, may &s;ay you are a Witch, e&s;pecial<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">y becau&s;e you &s;peak things as hard to be under&s;tood as Charms.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John</SPEAKER>
<P>O Love, why art thou born with the di&s;ea&s;e of jealou|&s;ie. All cur&s;es meet upon <HI>Don Lewis.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>You, my Serving man, come nearer and make love for me, and afterwards we'll do it by turns.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="32" REF="20">
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>But Sir &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>How Coxcomb! perhaps you would give me coun&s;el. Am not I your Ma&s;ter? does any man know &s;o much as you the love I bear her, and who then can better tell her of it? That's fine y'faith; belike I want under&s;tanding to direct what's fit to be done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I mu&s;t obey &s;ince I am commanded.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Fellow is afraid! Madam, he wants a little breeding, yet I have been a Pattern to him above &s;even years.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure he has been an ill ob&s;erver then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, I &s;ay advance! and court her hand&s;omly, whil&s;t I go to the Gate, and con&s;ult with the Porter how to &s;catter a little Gold among&s;t the Servants to &s;hew my bounty and make Friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;hall I then get <HI>Don Lewis</HI> out: cur&s;e on this Fool. Sir you mu&s;t needs &s;tay: for if th'Original be gone you'll have an ill ac|count of the Copy: 'tis a hard thing to draw Love well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>If &s;he &s;hould be now really in love with me, <STAGE>D. John courts her in whi&s;pers.</STAGE> then I were in a fine ca&s;e. My Ma&s;ter wants no Cudgels; and I &s;hould be the mo&s;t beaten Bridegroom that ever med|led with more than his match. Let me con&s;ider. Hah, Ma&s;ter <HI>Valet de Chambre.</HI> Have I put you there to do nothing. You talk in her ear, Sirrah, either &s;peak out, or keep farther off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I'm a&s;ham'd to &s;peak loud, your Wor&s;hip will but laugh at me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<L>No doubt of that. But I've a mind to laugh, for to &s;ay truth</L>
<L>I am afraid of &s;ighing. She's damnable hand&s;ome! <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></L>
<STAGE>D. John <HI>to</HI> I&s;abel <HI>a&s;ide.</HI></STAGE>
<L>When Love's afraid, do not that fear de&s;pi&s;e;</L>
<L>Flame trembles mo&s;t when it doth highe&s;t ri&s;e;</L>
<L>And yet my love may ju&s;tly be di&s;dain'd,</L>
<L>Since you believe it from a Lover feign'd.</L>
<L>I am not here that which I ought to be,</L>
<L>I &s;erve, yet from all bonds but yours am free.</L>
<L>Though Player-like I feign my Ma&s;ters part,</L>
<L>Yet real jealou&s;ie affl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">cts my heart.</L>
<L>For whil&s;t his feigned Rival I appear,</L>
<L>I then another real Rival fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>This language has more my&s;tery than mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>A real Rival. That's I, or <HI>Don Lewis.</HI> A pox o'the&s;e intoxi|cating
<PB N="33" REF="20"> Riddles; can any man &s;tand &s;till when charms make his head turn round? I'll hear no more of 'em. Avant <HI>Todelet!</HI> thou art a fool|i&s;h Conjurer! Pre&s;to, be gon!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is your Wor&s;hip in earne&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've a thought in my head worth the weight of it in gold. Hah! now I have lo&s;t it. Sweet No&s;egay of my No&s;e, when I re|member you I alwaies forget my &s;elf: or el&s;e 'tis that Baggage, <HI>Bet|tris,</HI> which tran&s;ports me; for, to &s;ay truth, &s;he runs in my mind too. My Serving-man be gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t obey you Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Youl'd fain &s;tay to &s;ing loth to depart. Why when I &s;ay! &mdash;</L>
<STAGE>D. John <HI>goes and &s;tands clo&s;e at the dore.</HI></STAGE>
<L>I will be left alone with my Mi&s;tre&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, Sir, alone? What will the Servants &s;ay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>what can they &s;ay when I think fit to be private?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;ure <HI>Bettris</HI> will take notice of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's true, for <HI>Bettris</HI> likes me &s;o well, that if &s;he &s;ee us making love it may co&s;t her half her life. But that's all one, I love you only.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes and <HI>Bettris</HI> al&s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith Lady I am free of making my be&s;t parts known. What, I have made you jealous of me? That's another of my Politick Love-tricks. I'm grown &s;o &s;ubtle that the Devil will be afraid of me But let him &s;hun me then: for take one time with another, he does me more hurt than good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Sir, what mean you? why mu&s;t we be alone?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>to &s;hew my confidence: for let 'em &s;ay what they will, I dare tru&s;t my &s;elf with you. I have not &s;een the Balconee yet. Let's goe take the Air.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>There is no wind &s;tirring.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>What new fi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">k of folly has enter'd into the Ra&s;cals head? I mu&s;t ob&s;erve him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come along &s;weet heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall excu&s;e me, Sir. I'll not &s;tir from hence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, not &s;tir? my Dear, you mu&s;t know I'm very chol|lerick &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>What drawn by force? y'are in&s;olent.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>He offers to reach her hand.</STAGE>
<SP>
<PB N="34" REF="21">
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Duck you are &s;queami&s;h. Lord, what diff'rence there is in People? you &s;ee I am not &s;o &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rude wretch forbear! wer't not for that patience which is ordain'd me by my Father, I'ld tear your eyes out with the&s;e hands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>With tho&s;e hands? you'ld plea&s;e me more, if you would let me ki&s;s 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you are mad, and would make me &s;o too. Is this the bruiti&s;h Court&s;hip of your Province? <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Villain! you would pre&s;ume to ki&s;s her hand.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>D. John <HI>&s;urpri&s;es him.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis a &s;trange thing! to &s;ee how men may be mi&s;taken.</L>
<L>'Twas &s;he, Sir, would pre&s;ume to ki&s;s mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>Slave! you are in jea&s;t then, and you think I'm &s;o too.</L>
<L>I'll make you repent your impudence &mdash; <STAGE>D. John <HI>&s;trikes him.</HI></STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, why Ma&s;ter, Pray Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pattern of Rogues! thou Gallows climber!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>D. John <HI>kicks him.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay pray, Sir, do not puni&s;h behind; all that I &s;aid to her, was face to face.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> I&s;abella.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis anger, and grows loud. Pray heav'n they have not found the mi&s;chievous <HI>Don Lewis.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dogg! you may be glad that my re&s;pect to her pre&s;ence &s;tops my fury.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now &s;he's here, If I &s;hould &s;trike him he dares not di&s;cover him&s;elf. <STAGE>Todelet <HI>a&s;&s;aults</HI> D. Jo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n.</STAGE></P>
<P>Ill teach you to &s;peak ill of <HI>I&s;abella.</HI> Is &s;he but rea&s;onable hand|&s;ome? Hah! &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah do not &s;trike him Sir. Be not cruel to your Servant.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Tod. <HI>&s;peaks low and fa&s;t to</HI> Don John.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I mu&s;t counterfeit your per&s;on to the life, you u&s;e to kick too. I have a great mind to give you a t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;te of my foot, that I may re&s;emble you thoroughly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be le&s;s in earne&s;t when you counterfeit, or I'll cut your throat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rude man! what has he done to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="35" REF="21">
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e are chollerick heats which pa&s;s away, Lady. If I &s;hould kick him I could not hurt him; he's all oak behind, meer Wan&s;cote-board. We who have tender toes are ill provided for tough Bumms. <STAGE>D. John <HI>&s;peaks &s;oftly to him agen.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah! were not &s;he here&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;its too much on bare Benches and Joynt-&s;tools. I mu&s;t buy Cu&s;hions for him to make him &s;ofter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>But how has he de&s;erv'd this u&s;age?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;aid your beauty could not kill a man a mile off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was that all, Sir? If he hates me, alas! he knows not yet he is ingrateful.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can no longer deferre it. I mu&s;t di&s;cover my &s;elf&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, begon. Expect nothing from me but a Cudgel to mea&s;ure your bones. Lady, may I not &s;trip him naked, and keep his clothes now I turn him away?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>O no, Sir, If I have any credit with you, turn him not away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did ever Rogue u&s;e his Ma&s;ter thus, or Ma&s;ter &s;o fooli&s;hly tru&s;t the di&s;cretion of his Man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lilly white Lamb! you are too mercifull. I cannot &s;tay near you upon &s;uch cowardly termes. I'll into the Garden a while. We men of mettal u&s;e to walk a turn to cool our courage. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab. a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<L>I blu&s;h, and know not what to &s;ay. Is love</L>
<L>A crime when it u&s;urps a Monarchs power</L>
<L>In giving dignity to that which it e&s;teems?</L>
<L>You were e'r while another per&s;on and <STAGE>to Don John.</STAGE></L>
<L>Did repre&s;ent <HI>Don John;</HI> and then I &s;poke</L>
<L>Some words which you might mi&s;interpret to</L>
<L>Be Love. But, you are now poor <HI>Todelet,</HI></L>
<L>And ought to alter your opinion of</L>
<L>My pa&s;&s;ion &s;ince your per&s;on's chang'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, if I had rea&s;on to believe</L>
<L>That you e&s;teem'd <HI>Don John,</HI> I &s;hould grow weary of</L>
<L>My being as I am, and repre&s;ent agen</L>
<L>The per&s;on that I was.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure you e&s;teem him much, &s;ince you can take</L>
<L>Such plea&s;ure in a&s;&s;uming of his Love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>Next my de&s;ire of Heav'n I wi&s;h <HI>Don John.</HI></L>
<L>Made happy by your love with Hymens rites.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="36" REF="22">
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'll leave you till you learn to ask of heav'n.</L>
<L>A better de&s;tiny for me, that &s;o I may</L>
<L>Be taught to make an equal wi&s;h for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>Her love does &s;till grow darker, yet I &s;ee,</L>
<L>By too much light my cau&s;e of Jealou&s;ie. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don John,</HI> your Country-Lover, is gone into the Town to learn civility. He needs not &s;tay long, for he may be taught it in the &s;treet by every Mule he meets.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did you &s;ee him go out?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, he is not found about the Hou&s;e; and I may now relea&s;e <HI>Don Lewis</HI> from his confinement.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be &s;ure you do it pre&s;ently; and then make ha&s;te to find me in the Garden. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aw ju&s;t now the weeping Lady. She's unluckily broke loo&s;e too. I would we were well rid of the&s;e fooli&s;h Lovers. Sure common under&s;tanding has left the World. Young people cannot meet privately but they mu&s;t needs fall in love. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lucilla <HI>vail'd.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;trange <HI>Don Ferdinand</HI> &s;hould u&s;e me thus. Is this protection when he &s;trait abandons me? He told me, he would re|turn in a moment; and then (as if grown weary of civility, and of lending me his Chamber for &s;helter) he went perhaps to divert him|&s;elf in the Town. I heard ju&s;t now a noi&s;e like the confu&s;ion of a quarrel. This is an ill &s;ign of my &s;ecure retreat. <HI>I</HI> mu&s;t proceed in order to my &s;afety; and yet <HI>I</HI> ought t'adverti&s;e them before <HI>I</HI> go. Sure this is <HI>I&s;abella</HI>'s Chamber; the Dore is open; I'll in, and take my leave of her. <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> D. Lewis</STAGE></P>
<P>Hah! <HI>I</HI> di&s;cern a man, and <HI>I</HI> cann't avoid him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> hope my friend <HI>Bettris</HI> (whom <HI>I</HI> have bound to me w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th the &s;trings of my Pur&s;e) does mean to make this Chamber my Lodging. O dear <HI>I&s;abella!</HI> whither would you run &s;o fa&s;t?</P>
<STAGE><HI>He &s;pies</HI> Lucilla <HI>vail'd.</HI></STAGE>
<P>How, will you not vouch&s;afe to hear me? Alas! allow me but one
<PB N="37" REF="22"> word. You have reproacht my love as ctiminal; thinking &s;ome o|ther Beauty has po&s;&s;e&s;t my heart. Have I not &s;worn, that &s;he who does pretend to it had but the promi&s;es of my pitty? and &s;ince I &s;aw her at <HI>Burgos,</HI> I never did retain her in my thought?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Heav'ns! I have not patience to hear more. <STAGE>She opens her Vail.</STAGE> Fal&s;e man! behold her now: For I am &s;he who too much has lov'd thee, and whom thou never lov'd&s;t. She, who&s;e fatal and unexperienc'd heart too &s;oon believ'd thy many Oaths. She, who does hate thee now, and will proclaim thy perjuries. She, whom thou call'd&s;t thy Soul and Queen, is now without a Brother, without her honour, and is le&s;s provided for than Birds blown off to Sea by Tem|pe&s;ts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hear me but &s;peak!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Traitor, no. Thy former perjuries have &s;topt my ears &s;o much that I can hear no more. Help ho! help!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Madam, give me then leave to &s;wear, and you &s;hall &s;oon be &s;atisfy'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>Soul without faith! Can&s;t thou agen expect belief? Help ho! help!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Don John.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>This grief is loud, and 'tis a womans voice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Heav'ns! whom do I &s;ee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! Is not that my Si&s;ter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>I call for help, and Heav'n has &s;ent de&s;truction in a Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<L>My eyes cannot mi&s;take. She is my Si&s;ter;</L>
<L>And th'other is the object of my jealou&s;ie.</L>
<L>I have enough of anger for 'em both.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<L>He carries mi&s;chief in his Eyes, but &s;eems</L>
<L>In doubt, on which of us he &s;hould direct it fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am too certain of my Si&s;ters crime,</L>
<L>But have not &s;uch &s;ufficient proofs as may</L>
<L>Allow my jealou&s;ie ju&s;t leave to be</L>
<L>Reveng'd on him; I'll then begin with her. O thou</L>
<L>Unhappy, wicked woman! &mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<L>If I am wicked think me then</L>
<L>More fit to have &s;ome time for prayer.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="38" REF="23">
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold! hold! I'll undertake her quarrel,</L>
<L>Though with that voice which brought thee hither &s;he</L>
<L>Was calling for revenge on me. But tell</L>
<L>Me by what title thou pretend'&s;t to have</L>
<L>Authority to puni&s;h her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ought to do it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's in&s;olence. A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t thou not a Servant?</L>
<L><HI>D. John</HI>'s my Ma&s;ter, and his honour's mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<L>My ruine was prepar'd by &s;ome de&s;ign.</L>
<L>El&s;e wherefore &s;hould my Brother hide him&s;elf</L>
<L>In this di&s;gui&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shall I indure to be affronted twice by him</L>
<L>Who &s;erves my equal? &mdash; <STAGE>Lucilla <HI>endeavors to go out.</HI></STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hah! Are you going? &s;tay! who brought you to</L>
<L>This Hou&s;e? and wherefore did you call for help?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall know all. I enter'd in this Chamber to &s;ee <HI>I&s;a|bella,</HI> where I found this man; but cannot tell for what intent he there did hide him&s;elf. I then cry'd out at the &s;urpri&s;e, and tremble &s;till &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enough! My jealou&s;ie is apt to credit his offence.</L>
<L>I'll &s;hut the Dore &mdash; <STAGE>Goes backward and &s;huts the Dore.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P>My fear will kill me to prevent your cruelty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Lewis</HI> I &s;hall give you cau&s;e to &s;hew your valour&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think it honour'd when 'tis us'd in her defence, but it de&s;erves a nobler tryal than your hand can make&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucill.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh fatal hour! how many deaths &s;hall I endure?</L>
<L>My perjur'd Lover is yet kind when he</L>
<L>Does &s;trive to re&s;cue me. <STAGE>a noi&s;e of knocking within.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>The People of the Hou&s;e will force the Dore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>No matter, Sir. Let us di&s;patch &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd. within.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's force our pa&s;&s;age, and break thorough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm coun&s;ell'd both by fear and love to open it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John <HI>&s;peaks low to</HI> Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stir not to let them in; for if by thee I am di&s;|cover'd &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Don Ferdinand <HI>and</HI> I&s;abella.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! <HI>Don Ferdinand!</HI> call all your Servants to your ayd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Proceed not in your fury, for by death</L>
<PB N="39" REF="23">
<L>I &s;wear, that he who does not &s;heath his &s;word,</L>
<L>Ingages me again&s;t him. Oh what &s;trange</L>
<L>Unlucky wonders meet to day t'amaze</L>
<L>And ruine me? Nephew, who put you here?</L>
<L>Ah! <HI>Lucilla,</HI> who di&s;cover'd you? And you, <STAGE>&s;peaks to D. John.</STAGE></L>
<L>What Devil urges you? who &s;ince you came into</L>
<L>My Hou&s;e have &s;pent no minute but in quarrels.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Hear me, and you &s;hall &s;trait know all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>No, let me &s;peak! for I can better tell</L>
<L>It, Sir, than he. But I mu&s;t fir&s;t demand</L>
<L>If <HI>Lucilla</HI> did not in your Hou&s;e conceal her &s;elf?</L>
<L>And likewi&s;e if <HI>Don Lewis</HI> be not your near Kin&s;man?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>The one and th'other too is true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>And is't not rea&s;on that a Servant, Sir,</L>
<L>Should own an int're&s;t in his Ma&s;ters honour?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That cannot be deny'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Then, Sir, ob&s;erve if I am wrong'd.</L>
<L>I enter'd here, urg'd by <HI>Lucilla</HI>'s cryes.</L>
<L>She found (as I believe, by accident)</L>
<L><HI>Don Lewis</HI> in this Chamber where your Daughter lodges.</L>
<L>I in <HI>Lucilla</HI> &s;aw the &s;ignes of a &s;urpri&s;e.</L>
<L>'Tis evident to rea&s;on that he was hidden here all day;</L>
<L>For I have &s;o ob&s;erv'd all pa&s;&s;age to the &s;treet</L>
<L>That it was hard for him to &s;cape my Eyes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>This rea&s;oning does appear too much refin'd,</L>
<L>For one of his cour&s;e quality.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>My Ma&s;ter (who is to marry <HI>I&s;abella,</HI></L>
<L>And is Brother to <HI>Lucilla</HI>) mu&s;t be offended</L>
<L>For his Mi&s;tre&s;s or his Si&s;ter: and it</L>
<L>Is likely he is wrong'd in both. My duty</L>
<L>Therefore is to fini&s;h my Revenge upon <HI>Don Lewis:</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>You are a man of rare di&s;patch, who are</L>
<L>So &s;ure to fini&s;h that which is not yet begun. &mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Lewis,</HI> &s;tay! Art thou mad? Stay <HI>Todelet!</HI> I pri|thee hold! This is the mo&s;t perplext encounter that I ever &s;aw.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<L>He certainly is jealous for his Ma&s;ter.</L>
<L>Ah <HI>Todelet!</HI> let me intreat you to retire.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, for your &s;ake I will pre&s;cribe the means how
<PB N="40" REF="24"> To deferre this quarrel; which is, that each engage his promi&s;e to me. You, <HI>Don Ferdinand,</HI> to render <HI>Lucilla</HI> in her Brothers power when he requires it. And you, <HI>Don Lewis,</HI> to make a tryall of your va|lour with <HI>Don John</HI> when he invites you to the Field.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I cannot without &s;ome torment, make promi&s;es of ho|nour to one of thy low condition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Don John,</HI> Sir, is no more a man than I am.</L>
<L>But if he fails to call you &s;odainly</L>
<L>T'accompt, then you &s;hall know whether I'm now,</L>
<L>Or may be made hereafter, fit to entertain your &s;word.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enough we promi&s;e that which you de&s;ire</L>
<L>Nay, Nephew, you are wont to yield to my Authority.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Sir; your plea&s;ure is my Law; and here I give my promi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>And I mine, that <HI>Don John</HI> &s;hall ju&s;tifie this quarrel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Nothing does then remain but that I &s;eek</L>
<L>Your Ma&s;ter out to morrow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Your journey, Sir, will not be farre to find him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'll be the foremo&s;t in the &s;earch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You'll give me leave to follow you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That will be needfull, and without delay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<L>This man is brave and loyal where he &s;erves.</L>
<L>All is perplext. O Love lend me thy Clue</L>
<L>To lead me &s;afe through this dark Labyrinth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Don Lewis</HI> now, does, after cruelty,</L>
<L>Shew &s;ome remor&s;e in my defence; and I</L>
<L>Am apt to think him penitent. But death</L>
<L>Will &s;oon a period give to Love and Fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>To morrow early is th'appointed time to &s;eek <HI>D. John.</HI></L>
<L>Night now has drawn her Curtains clo&s;e. Let me</L>
<L>Conduct you to your &s;everal Beds, where &s;leep</L>
<L>May quench that fire which makes your anger ra&s;h.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>My precious rogue &s;tole out to &s;hun a quarrel.</L>
<L>His fear does ever make him &s;ick, and I</L>
<L>Shall find him drunk, for that's his con&s;tant cure. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="41" REF="24"><HI>Enter</HI> Stephano, Sancho.</STAGE>
<STAGE>A Table &s;pread with Linnen, Trenchers and Spoons are &s;et out, and five Chairs.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Room &s;tanding in the Garden, at di&s;tance from the Hou&s;e, &s;eems built for our purpo&s;e. Our happy hour is near. Dear Signior <HI>Sancho,</HI> &s;hall we be merry?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>As Maids?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is there any Creature, except Man, that has the wit to be merry at Midnight?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Owle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Y'are in the right. But what &s;hall we have to make us re|joyce be&s;ides a Sack-Po&s;&s;et?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fiddles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your words are &s;eldome many, but alwaies pithy. Heark! there's &s;omething &s;tirring behind the Hanging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Rat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>If it be a Rat, then it has &s;hooes on, for it treads hard, I rather fear 'tis the old Rat catcher your Ma&s;ter, that has caught us here in a Trap. Who's there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod <HI>within &s;peaks low.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>A Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis a Mans voice, but he &s;peaks &s;o low, that he &s;eems more afraid than we are. Who is it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod. <HI>within.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>That were &s;ome an&s;wer to the que&s;tion, if we knew him that made it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod. <HI>within.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Who are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>To te&s;tifie that our being here is not for any harm you may know that we &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are we.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid <HI>Signior Sancho;</HI> that's a valuable return of in|telligence from us for what he gave of him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, if you name <HI>Signior Sancho.</HI> <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Todelet.</STAGE></L>
<L><HI>Don John</HI> may appear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="42" REF="25">
<SPEAKER>Steph. <HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Our &s;port is prevented. We may e'n hang up our Fiddles and our &s;elves by 'em. Who &s;ent him hither?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, what occa&s;ion brought you behind the Hanging?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was led thither by Con&s;cience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Con&s;cience is a good Guide, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinands</HI> hou&s;e is &s;o full of quarrels as makes it very weari&s;ome to one that has been already too much tir'd in the Field with wicked entertainments of honour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you &s;hew both your valour and your rea&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Man <HI>Todelet</HI> is hone&s;t: but the Cuttlers of <HI>Toledo</HI> are not able to make &s;words enough to furni&s;h his Duels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>If the old Roarer, <HI>Sathan,</HI> were young agen, my Man were fit to &s;erve him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph. <HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Man of blood which he mentions is your Gue&s;t to night, Signior <HI>Sancho,</HI> but not fit to be treated with a tame Sack-Po&s;&s;et. What &s;hall we provide for him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Raw Puddings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Friends, to deal intirely with you, I &s;tole hither to hide my &s;elf partly out of Con&s;cience, but more out of di&s;cretion: for 'tis not fit a Gentleman of my Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ions, and near marriage, &s;hould up|on every peevi&s;h humour of his Servant venture his E&s;tate and Body&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Politick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Sir, Your Man is coming hither. We expect him in a moment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll not &s;ee him till his fooli&s;h quarrels are ended.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then, Sir, you mu&s;t plea&s;e to retire agen behind the Hang|ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Agreed. My Friends, no words where I am.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fy, no, Sir. But we &s;hall &s;tay here long. I hope you can have patience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord Friends, you do not yet under&s;tand my di&s;po&s;ition, for 'tis my patience which makes me &s;teal from quarrels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t be as little heard as &s;een. I hope you are not troubled with a Cold, nor apt to fall a&s;leep?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>What mean you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, Sir, I would not have you cough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="43" REF="25">
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor &s;nore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Friends, I &s;ay agen you know me not thoroughly. Tell not me of &s;noring: I dare &s;nore with any man in <HI>Spain,</HI> and (hap what hap may) I'll venture agen behind the Hanging to hide my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, Sir, we know you are valiant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>And wi&s;e. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Todelet.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Betteris, Laura.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Sancho,</HI> our entertainment is provided, are your &s;tomachs ready?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then help to bring it to the Table. <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Don John.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>In &s;tate. <STAGE>Exit and brings in a great Ba&s;on with a Po&s;&s;et.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Signior Todelet</HI> you make good your promi&s;e, for yo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> come in the very nick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>In Po&s;&s;et time.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter two young Women who a&s;si&s;t in the Dance.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Who are the&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Two young marry'd Neighbours that long'd for Sack-Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Are your Ladies a&s;leep!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>They went to bed as early as Brides, and I hope will lye as long as Bridegrooms.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Then the Maids may be as merry as the Men.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>And incounter a whole Pail of Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Todelet.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll meet as many quarrels as there be Drunkards in Dutch|land rather than mi&s;s a Sack-Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! how comes he here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;hrew your heart <HI>Signior Don John</HI> for &s;tarting forth &s;o &s;o|dainly. 'Tis well we we<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e all awake.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>If we had not been u&s;'d to meet men in the dark it might have frighted us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ladies, without &s;ans ceremony, I'll &s;it down fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="45" REF="26">
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John</HI> whi&s;pers <HI>Todelet.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Villain be gone to my Chamber; you'll &s;till di&s;cover your cour&s;e breeding.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee forbear thy good manners to thy Ma&s;ter, &s;it down, &s;it down; I &s;ay &s;it down. There are &s;ea&s;ons when Ma&s;ters may be familiar with their Men.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John</HI> whi&s;pers <HI>Todelet.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, I'll cut your throat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Tod.</HI> whi&s;pers <HI>D John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I had rather you &s;hould cut my throat than cou|&s;en my belly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Villain, ha&s;t thou the impudence to &s;tay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord what adoe here is with civilities out of &s;ea&s;on: once more I charge thee to &s;it down, and I give thee leave to be familiar.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Rogue! to morrow will come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Todelet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still over-mannerly! Ladies pray take your &s;poons. This Coxcomb my Man is &s;o trouble&s;ome with his untimely re&s;pects.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You will not &s;tir then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee put thy hat on. Ladies, when I am at home and a little in drink, I often &s;it with my &s;ervants.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ladies and Gentlemen, having my Ma&s;ters leave I will pre&s;ume on yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;uppo&s;e the Po&s;&s;et is very hot, but <HI>Coragio</HI> is the word. 'Tis but the &s;poiling of a few good teeth. I'll venture at it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, I will fir&s;t ta&s;te&mdash;'Tis as hot as if they had &s;trew'd it with parcht Pepper in&s;tead of Cinnamon. <STAGE>He &s;putters as if his mouth were burnt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay! &s;tay!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Signior <HI>Sancho?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stirr it &mdash; <STAGE>They all &s;tirr and then eat together.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ladies you eat too fa&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>D. John <HI>ri&s;es and whi&s;pers</HI> Todelet <HI>again.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Dog! Shew more civility, and do not di&s;grace the per&s;on whom you counterfeit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell thee 'twill not make me &s;ick. I have been u&s;'d to abun|dance of Po&s;&s;et. This good natur'd Fool takes &s;uch care of my health.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Signior <HI>Todelet</HI> pray &s;it down agen and take care of your own health; Po&s;&s;ets are very whol&s;ome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="45" REF="26">
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray do, Sir, The Cinnamon is good again&s;t wind.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Bettris,</HI> here's to your good health, and to yours Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Laura.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>To both. <STAGE>Sancho <HI>&s;labbers his Beard.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod</SPEAKER>
<P>Signior <HI>Sancho,</HI> that &s;punge your Beard, &s;oaks up too much of the Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>It doth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I only civily &s;uppo&s;e it doth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>All &s;tay&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>He takes a huge knife out of his Pocket, &s;crapes the Po&s;&s;et off from his Beard and then eats it.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who will pledge the Founders health?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let it come. I am your Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are &s;o; but a very &s;awcy one: you u&s;e to talk and give coun&s;ell over your liquor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Noble Wor&s;hip may &s;ay your plea&s;ure. I know you love men that ply their Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am for men of few words. Let &s;uch a one an&s;wer to <HI>Ma&s;a|quedit.</HI> Here's the Founders health.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tope.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Signior <HI>Sancho,</HI> you made a promi&s;e of Fiddles. I pray forbear your &s;poon while that you may call for 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Servant I pray do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Signior <HI>Sancho,</HI> let us have fair play. Did you invite your Beard to half the Po&s;&s;et?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Few words are be&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>In what &s;ence Signior <HI>Sancho?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>In Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Sir, di&s;patch; for brevity is as convenient in Po&s;&s;et as it is in Speech. I'll give you a Song if you will call for Mu&s;ick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Firk your Fidles.</P>
</SP>
<Q><TEXT LANG="eng">
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="46" REF="27">
<HEAD>The SONG in Recitativo and in Parts.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>THe Bread is all bak'd,</L>
<L>The Embers are rak'd;</L>
<L>'Tis Midnight now by Chanticlears fir&s;t crowing.</L>
<L>Let's kindly carou&s;e</L>
<L>Whil&s;t 'top of the Hou&s;e</L>
<L>The Cats fall out in the heat of their wooing.</L>
<L>Time, whil&s;t the Hour-gla&s;s does run out,</L>
<L>This flowing Gla&s;s &s;hall go about.</L>
<L>Stay, &s;tay, the Nur&s;e is wak'd, the Child does cry,</L>
<L>No Song &s;o antient is as Lulla-by.</L>
<L>The Cradle's rockt, the Child is hu&s;ht agen,</L>
<L>Then hey for the Maids, and ho for the Men.</L>
<L>Now ev'ry one advance his Gla&s;s;</L>
<L>Then all at once together cla&s;h,</L>
<L>Experienc'd Lovers know</L>
<L>This cla&s;hing does but &s;how,</L>
<L>That as in Mu&s;ick &s;o in Love mu&s;t be</L>
<L>Some di&s;cord to make up a harmony.</L>
<L>Sing; &s;ing! When Crickets &s;ing why &s;hould not we?</L>
<L>The Crickets were merry before us;</L>
<L>They &s;ung us thanks e'r we made them a fire.</L>
<L>They taught us to &s;ing in a Chorus:</L>
<L>The Chimney is their Church, the Ov'n their Quier.</L>
<L>Once more the Cock cryes Cock-a-doodle-dooe.</L>
<L>The Owle cryes o'r the Barne, to-whit-to-whooe!</L>
<L>Benighted Travellers now lo&s;e their way</L>
<L>Whom Will-of-the-wi&s;p bewitches:</L>
<L>About and about he leads them a&s;tray</L>
<L>Through Boggs, through Hedges and Ditches.</L>
<L>Heark! heark! the Cloy&s;ter Bell is rung!</L>
<L>Alas! the Midnight Dirge is &s;ung.</L>
<L>Let 'em ring,</L>
<L>Let 'em &s;ing,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we &s;pend the Night in love and in laughter.</L>
<L>When Night is gone</L>
<L>O then too &s;oon.</L>
<PB N="47" REF="27">
<L>The di&s;cords, and cares of the Day come after.</L>
<L>Come Boyes! a health, a health, a double health</L>
<L>To tho&s;e who &s;cape from care by &s;hunning wealth.</L>
<L>Di&s;patch it away</L>
<L>Before it be day.</L>
<L>'Twill quickly grow early when it is late:</L>
<L>A health to thee,</L>
<L>To him, to me,</L>
<L>To all who Beauty love and Bus'ne&s;s hate.</L>
</SP>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT></Q>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, my Man were an incomparable Varlet if he would forbear to give me coun&s;el in whi&s;pers. <HI>Todelet.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lead 'em a Dance. I'll have a Dance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>My feet are at your &s;ervice, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi&s;pers <HI>Todelet.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>As you &s;hall feel to morrow by a &s;core of kicks which I re&s;erve for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heark, he's giving me coun&s;el agen. I &s;ay lead 'em a Dance.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>The DANCE. <HI>Which being ended a Bell rings within.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Ladies little Dog has wak'd her. Alas! now the &s;weet of the Night is coming we mu&s;t all part.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>D. John.</HI> whi&s;pers <HI>Tod.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, follow me to my Chamber.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt all &s;everal wayes but</HI> Todelet.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not to night good Signior <HI>Don John.</HI></L>
<L>I'll &s;ooner follow a D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">um that beats for Volunteers to the North of <HI>Norway.</HI> The back dore of the Garden is only bolted within. I'll &s;teal forth, and to morrow when &s;leep has made him tamer I'll return.</L>
<L>I'll rather feed with Fiends on Brim&s;tone-Broth</L>
<L>Than eat Sack Po&s;&s;et with a man of wrath. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<PB N="48" REF="28">
<HEAD>ACT. IIII.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Laura, Stephano.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>YOu are very inqui&s;itive.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you are very &s;ecret.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you intend me that as commendation?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and yet I do not thank you for it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may take your prai&s;e back agen, for I will not be com|mended for keeping that &s;ecret which I do not know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can you be ignorant of the Lady whom you &s;erve?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>I told you I had not &s;erv'd her above three dayes. But &s;till you are inqui&s;itive and why I pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>The endeavour of knowing things &s;hews diligence of the Mind, and you &s;hould prai&s;e me for it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho&s;e may prai&s;e Spies who employ 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>You take me then for a Spy?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>So impertinent a Spy that I wonder you do not walk with a dark Lanthorn when the Sun &s;hines.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>What to &s;eek cha&s;te women as <HI>Diogenes</HI> &s;ought hone&s;t men. Come, I confe&s;s you have wit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would you would thank me for being in love with your beauty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Love! Is that Fooles-Bauble in fa&s;hion &s;till?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis the only fa&s;hion which never changes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Bettris</HI> will hardly believe you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, &s;he believes in nothing but Marriage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Latra.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, cry you mercy, for indeed Marriage is grown as dange|rous as love is fooli&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Sancho.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll retire to make that Coxcomb j<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">alous. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Steph.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Signior <HI>Sancho,</HI> 'tis well you are come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Too well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="49" REF="28">
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Friend <HI>Stephano</HI> would fain be your Rival, but you are the man for whom I mean to &s;igh.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, much!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll lay my life you are jealous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who, I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray come from behind your Beard and &s;hew your bare face if you are angry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you are, I can endure it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>You can?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sanc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who cares?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>You do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not this &mdash; <STAGE>Makes a &s;ign of di&s;dain with his thumb at his teeth.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis ill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>You ly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey day!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey too!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goe.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Sancho,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Stephano, Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Laura?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura,</SPEAKER>
<P>This Steward, though he be exceeding dull, is very &s;harp at reparties.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what has he &s;aid?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>He gave me the ly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis impo&s;&s;ible.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lau.</SPEAKER>
<P>If he did not I'm an E'vnuch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>None but a E'vnuch would have don't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinand</HI> has been gallant in his youth: he &s;hall re|pair my honour.</P>
<P>I'll tell him how often this <HI>Tarquin</HI>-Steward would have ki&s;t me by force.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ki&s;s you! fy, that's a paw-word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="50" REF="29">
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, he's a cleanly man, and would only have bru&s;ht your lips with his Beard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>May be &s;o, for they grow &s;omewhat du&s;ty for want of u&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinand</HI> &s;hall not wake his &s;leeping &s;word in this quar|rel; t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u&s;t me for your revenge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what will you do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll render <HI>Sancho</HI> up to your correction, and he &s;hall be then as blind as <HI>Cupid.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>But how?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hall feel our per&s;ecution and not &s;ee it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have &s;ome de&s;igne, but 'tis very dark.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know the Ladies and our Ma&s;ters are lately much re|tir'd with thoughtfull intanglements of love and anger: which will give me opportunity to invite &s;olemn <HI>Sancho</HI> this Evening to our Room of Revels in the Garden.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, what then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>You likewi&s;e know, he pa&s;&s;ionately loves a Sack-Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t longingly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you apprehend my Baite; but in&s;tead of that for his entertainment he &s;hall entertain us with &s;port &s;ufficiently ridiculous, though it be more out of fa&s;hion than him&s;elf or a Morrice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>I long to &s;ee it but &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more que&s;tions. Let's pre&s;ently go in and con&s;ult.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> I&s;abella, Lucilla.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;abella.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t not think of your e&s;cape from hence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whil&s;t you are civil you are cruell too.</L>
<L>Fair <HI>I&s;abella,</HI> let me take my leave.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Father is not ea&s;ily deceiv'd;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t you attempt it you deceive your &s;elf.</L>
<L>Your reconcilement with your Brother may</L>
<L>Seem difficult at fir&s;t, but if you doubt</L>
<L>My Fathers skill to govern him, you mu&s;t</L>
<L>Depend on Heav'n, and then you mu&s;t have faith;</L>
<L>Which out of Temples we call Courage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nothing but death can quench my Brothers wrath,</L>
<PB N="51" REF="29">
<L>Pray free your &s;elf from the unfortunate;</L>
<L>The&s;e Tears agree not with your Nuptial joys;</L>
<L>And let me tell you (what you &s;oon will find)</L>
<L><HI>Don John</HI> is nothing le&s;s than what he &s;eems.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;aw him in the Garden but ju&s;t now, and my Maid</L>
<L>Walking towards him. Go hide your &s;elf.</L>
<L>Pa&s;&s;e through the Gall'ry up the Tartas-&s;tairs into my Clo&s;et, where</L>
<L>I will meet you &s;trait. I will awhile conceal my &s;elf in &s;ome clo&s;e</L>
<L>Arbor to ob&s;erve him and <HI>Bettris</HI> together. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Don Lewis, Stephano.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some heav'nly power contrives the&s;e accidents; they have a &s;ecret Method in them, and more than Fortune makes me &s;till unhappy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am amaz'd that you by chance &s;hould court her whom you for&s;ook, and meet the Mi&s;tre&s;s here from whom you fled &s;o ma|ny Miles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha&s;t thou di&s;cour&s;t with her Maid?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, but &s;he is newly come into her &s;ervice, and is either a &s;tranger to her Ladies de&s;ignes, or el&s;e &s;o &s;ecret that no man but a Husband can &s;ee her bo&s;om bare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heav'n takes <HI>Lucilla</HI>'s part again&s;t me, for I have done her wrong.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, have you &s;o? you Lovers are very diligent Spies and bold, but very incredulous; you alwayes are &s;couting abroad, yet never &s;ee or believe mi&s;chief till you feel it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think &s;he loves me and with true pa&s;&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you love another, and that's a rare remedy for her di&s;ea&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am perplext beyond the help of rea&s;on. I know there are Laws again&s;t irregular Love, but Nature never made 'em. I would thou wert valiant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>So would not I. I'm content to have no holes in my skin rather than pay a Surgeon to &s;ow 'em up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, however I would thou had'&s;t courage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I &s;hould be an A&s;s in &s;pight of my under&s;tanding, and fight for Fame, the Fools Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="52" REF="30">
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don John</HI>'s man is &s;aucily in&s;olent, and his condition is below the revenge of my &s;word; but if thou had&s;t courage to under|take him &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I never que&s;tion'd my own courage, and I wi&s;h no man may, for I, and others too may be mi&s;taken.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am going now where I &s;hall meet <HI>D. Ferdinand,</HI> who will bring me an account of <HI>Don John.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I told you my infirmity when you fir&s;t receiv'd me un|der your Roof. I'll &s;erve you faithfully, but I mu&s;t obey the King, who does injoyn peace among&s;t his Subjects.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, though thou ha&s;t no courage, yet I am &s;atisfy'd with thy diligence. I &s;tole hither chiefly to make thee increa&s;e thy ac|quaintance with <HI>Laura, Lucilla</HI>'s Maid: and what&s;oever &s;hall &s;uc|ceed upon this engagement of my honour, be &s;ure to endeavour that &s;he may give good impre&s;&s;ions of me to her Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>This, Sir, is a work of peace, and I dare go through with it; but as for matters of &s;trife if you would take my advice &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more words. I'll take no coun&s;el from men that are afraid.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Sir, Fortune be your Friend. But I humbly conceive that men of di&s;cretion &s;eldom depend upon her curte&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt &s;everal waies.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Jodelet <HI>and</HI> Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will a&s;&s;ure you, Sir, you have been &s;ought, and for my part, I was &s;o concern'd in your ab&s;ence that I offer'd to employ the Town-Cryer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>It had been to no purpo&s;e, for that publick voice cannot be heard. Alas, he's grown hoar&s;e with crying for lo&s;t Maidenheads.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you are &s;ometimes merry, but alwayes wi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! not I! yet it &s;eems I am of &s;ome importance, &s;ince I have been &s;o much &s;ought. But who were the &s;earchers?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Father-in-law, and <HI>Don Lewis.</HI> Your Ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> too was &s;o &s;ad, as if he had not only lo&s;t his Ma&s;ter, but his wages.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I owe him nothing but a Cudgel for being &s;o &s;aucy as to mi&s;s me without my order. May not a Ma&s;ter &s;teal out to &s;eek a Mi&s;tre&s;s unle&s;s he ask leave of his Man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="53" REF="30">
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>But where were you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was invited by a Friend to a di&s;h of &s;tew'd Tripes with Garlick. What Key is that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>It belongs to your Camber. <HI>Don Ferdinand</HI> has appointed you another lodging near the Garden.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had rather it had been near the Kitchin. I e&s;teem his Cook above his Gardener. The &s;team of Beef to me, who am not over|curious, is better than the odour of violets. But why am I remov'd?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>The old Gentleman is afraid of &s;candall. And, to &s;ay truth, it might do &s;ome harm to you (I mean to your mode&s;t reputation) if, before the Marriage Night, you &s;hould be lodg'd too near his Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, let her look to that; I care not what People &s;ay, when I am innocent. But, dear <HI>Bettris,</HI> thou do&s;t not know how much I love thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;hould I know it? you take me to be old; I'm none of tho&s;e who pretend to knowledge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ever lov'd one of thy complexion; ever: and &s;ince I &s;aw thee fir&s;t I have been as hot as any Pepper.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why truly Sir (though I blu&s;h when I &s;ay it) I ever lov'd all the <HI>Don Johns</HI> in the world; and when you fir&s;t came hither my fooli&s;h heart &mdash; but I'll &s;ay no more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay we mu&s;t be &s;ecret: for if the lea&s;t notice be taken of it, I &s;hall &s;trait have flu&s;hings in my face; and blu&s;h like a ro&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;ure you make me hide mine. I pray &s;tand farther off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poor little Fool. Well, innocence is a &s;trange thing; it makes us &s;trange to one another, but a little of that which ancient People call wickedne&s;s will make us familiar. I prythee &s;hew me the way down to my Chamber.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett. &s;ighing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey down a down! in troth y'are an odd man. You make me &s;igh e'n when I &s;ing. Here take the Key: I'll be gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pretty Thief! I could find in my heart to weep when I think thou wilt be hang'd for &s;tealing mens hearts. Dear &s;lut &mdash; I am Maudlin-kind, would I had one of thy Hoods to cover my face; I &s;hall be &s;o a&s;ham'd if I'm &s;een thus whineing for thee. But 'tis no matter; go, lead the way to my Chamber. I'll &s;neak after thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t follow me apace then; for I'm a very light Hus|wife. <STAGE>She runs away.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="54" REF="31">
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Bunting is flown. Now I could e'n weep indeed. I mu&s;t for very &s;hame over-take her. <STAGE>I&s;abel <HI>&s;tarts from the dore and &s;urpri&s;es him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, <HI>Don John!</HI> what, are you cour&s;ing my Maid?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are only at Childrens play. Are you &s;o old that you have forgot it? 'Tis hide-and-&s;eek, and when Maids run away, then the Boys make ha&s;te to catch 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is't nothing el&s;e? But however, I did not think you had been &s;o wanton.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>The tricks of youth are left when we grow old.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you'l beget an ill opinion of your Cha&s;tity; and give me cau&s;e to doubt your affection.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Our future Spou&s;e, you may go &s;pin! Madam-Nature is a greater Lady than you, and I was alwayes her humble &s;ervant; and tho&s;e who &s;peak again&s;t it may &s;top their mouths with a Fig.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;eems you are di&s;plea&s;'d. I'll leave you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t wi&s;e Lady, and al&s;o mo&s;t beautiful, you cannot do better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll take your opinion. Fare you well, Sir. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humph! Are you &s;o proud becau&s;e of your portion: this is only her want of breeding. Methinks I counterfeit a <HI>Don John</HI> rarely; for Husbands of quality mu&s;t be &s;ometime di&s;contented with their Wives, and often plea&s;'d with their Maids.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Don Ferdinand.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don John,</HI> I am glad (after &s;ome affection and care in &s;eeking you) that you are not lo&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t carefull Sir, I al&s;o am glad, and for the &s;eekers &s;ake, becau&s;e the lo&s;s would be his. I think that was &s;poken agen like a <HI>Don John.</HI> But what are your commands?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you heard nothing of your Man <HI>Jodelet?</HI> nothing from any of his acquaintance?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I u&s;e not to conver&s;e with my Mans Companions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;omething, Sir, will be propo&s;'d to you, which in a &s;ea&s;on before Marriage, may be, perhaps, a little unplea&s;ant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? what is it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t ab&s;olutely; but, Sir, excu&s;e me, for I &s;peak with &s;ome regret.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, mu&s;t I, Sir? Pray &s;peak the wor&s;t, and let it out for your own ea&s;e, if you are troubled with keeping it in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="55" REF="31">
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are invited to the Field; and it imports you much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that all? A turn or Two in the Field is whole&s;ome after a full &s;tomach.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Sir, it is to fight.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That may import me much indeed. I do not like the phra&s;e of being invited to the Field to be kill'd. Men are very &s;imple when they go into a Grave to take the Air.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is the fa&s;hion, Sir, and men of honour have allow'd it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>The fa&s;hion? But, Sir, if, without re&s;i&s;tance, I am contented to go peaceably into the Field, why &s;hould any man who meets me there be angry? e&s;pecially when, perhaps, his being plea&s;'d would at that time better agree with my di&s;po&s;ition?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not what you mean.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;orry for't: I held you to be an old Gentleman of a long under&s;tanding: but to &s;peak plainly, why &s;hould a man take the pains to walk a mile to meet another who is of a different humour?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you been bred to ask that que&s;tion?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinand,</HI> you &s;eem &s;ometimes not very wi&s;e. I doubt that in your youth y'have been inclin'd to this fooli&s;h way of invita|tions to the Field, and have been hurt in the head. I &s;ay your rea&s;on at pre&s;ent is not exceeding &s;ound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Courage <HI>Don John;</HI> and fir&s;t let me know, why you inferr I am not wi&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e you come to tell me of a quarrel which I knew not, nor perhaps did not de&s;ire to know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, in this I have done my duty, and you'l do well t'acquit your &s;elf of yours, without being &s;erv'd by the valour of another. To day you ought t'encounter him who kill'd your Brother. And I am &s;orry, Sir, to tell you, that he kill'd him in the night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hay! was it at night?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, Sir, at night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then for my part, let the Devil fight with his own match; for if he be able to kill a man without &s;eeing him, he will be &s;ure to kill me when he &s;ees me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>This &s;ounds &s;trangely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;ides, Sir, this dangerous Enemy fights by advantage, for having found the way how to kill one of my kindred, he knows by that, the fa&s;hion how to kill me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you ought to con&s;ider&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="56" REF="32">
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I have well con&s;ider'd it, and mu&s;t tell you, as a great &s;ecret, that all the family of the <HI>Alverads</HI> do ever fight one and the &s;ame way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don John!</HI> do you think that you have courage?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>A plague on it; I have but too much. Alas, 'tis not for that, Sir, do not ask me whether I have courage, but rather tell me where he lives? Is't far from hence? Mu&s;t I &s;tay for him? or do you know his Lodging? Or may I inquire it out? and, in the mean time, tell me but his name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is <HI>Don Lewis de Rochas.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pox on him. I knew he would &s;cape my hand. <HI>Don Lewis de Rochas?</HI> why that's your Nephew. Sir, you mu&s;t know I reve|rence all men of your name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I partly thank you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Any man of the Family of the <HI>Rochas</HI> is &s;o con&s;iderable to me that I will lay my head at his feet. And particularly, as for <HI>Don Lewis,</HI> if you plea&s;e, I am very well plea&s;'d to love him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Sir, I have not told you all; for he has done a &s;econd injury, which &s;hould more provoke you to revenge. Your Si&s;ter has too much rea&s;on to complain of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, as for my Si&s;ter, truly he may be a&s;ham'd to wrong her; but I have made a vow, and the Ladies mu&s;t pardon me for it&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>What was your vow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never to draw my &s;word in a Womans quarrel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I am much deceiv'd if you are not a Coward.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah Father-in-law! if that could po&s;&s;ibly be, yet your di&s;|cretion &s;hould not meddle in nice things, which (by the care I ought to take) &s;hould never concern you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you &s;hall know that it concerns me much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;&s;e me! what a &s;trange Father-in-law would you be? Has the Devil &s;ent you hither to tempt me? not only to homicide, but al&s;o to kill my new allyance, your Nephew; nay and before con|&s;ummation, which, for ought I know, may likewi&s;e kill your Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would thou wert valiant but one minute, that, without lo&s;s of my honour, I might kill thee befo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e thou grow'&s;t a Coward agen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>O fie, <HI>Don Ferdinand,</HI> I have found your di&s;po&s;ition; you would fain be too cruel; but I'm re&s;olv'd to be mercifull; and will not tell you how valiant I am.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="57" REF="32">
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I am now re&s;olv'd to tell you, that your man has given his word to fight for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>His word? The jealous Coxcomb needs not keep it; for I did never doubt his courage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that all?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then, Sir, if he will needs fight for me, let him know I &s;hall not be jealous that my own valour is le&s;s than his.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>And yet you will not fight, either for your Brother or your Si&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>A man mu&s;t be in humour when he fights, and let me dy like a Dog (which I would not &s;ay fal&s;ely to get the whole world) if, to my remembrance, I ever had a le&s;s di&s;po&s;ition to fighting than now. Mi&s;take me not, I &s;peak but according to my remembrance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I thought you valiant, but I am cou&s;en'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I confe&s;s I have taken too much plea&s;ure in deceiving the world, for I have couzen'd many who thought me valiant, and many who thought me a Coward.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have given your &s;elf a rare recreation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Sir, let's leave the plea&s;ant part of our di&s;cour&s;e, and be a little &s;erious.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do &s;o, but with as much brevity as you can.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pray tell me, Sir, Suppo&s;e that with a Sahagun, or with a Rapier of <HI>Toledo,</HI> I were pierc'd like a Cullender, or &s;uppo&s;e that with a <HI>Syrian</HI> Scemiter, or a Back&s;word-blade of <HI>Hound&s;lough, I</HI> were minc'd into a Py; how would my Brother, or my Si&s;ter be the better for it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Fer<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well, for your Fathers &s;ake my antient Friend, I'll leave you whole, without being either pierc'd or minc'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>For his &s;ake, Sir, I will with patience endure your curte&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall do well in doing &s;o; but for my own &s;ake, you mu&s;t, in&s;tead of my Daughter, &s;eek another Wife in <HI>Madrid.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, you would have a <HI>Cid</HI> to your Son-in-law, that &s;hould kill you fir&s;t, then marry <HI>Chimena?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Expect nothing from me but &s;corn and hatred. O incom|parable Coward!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am (O <HI>Don Ferdinand!</HI>) de&s;pite of your cruelty, and of your black Teeth, your mo&s;t humble and mo&s;t faithful Servant; and <HI>I</HI> am as much, or more, to the Lady <HI>I&s;abella.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> am not yours; and when you are out of my hou&s;e (which
<PB N="58" REF="33"> mu&s;t be &s;odainly, and without noi&s;e) I &s;hall do my &s;elf the di&s;honor to force you to another kind of account.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> D. <HI>John.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinand!</HI> I pray, Sir, what puts you into chol|ler?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>My ill choice of a cur&s;ed Son-in-law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinand,</HI> I'll be gon, that you may &s;peak better of a Friend behind his back. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him go <HI>Jodelet.</HI> He di&s;avows you in all, and has told me plainly, he was not of opinion that he ought to take notice of injuries; and that he was never inclin'd to revenge. Nay he has al|mo&s;t profe&s;t that he has lo&s;t his courage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;trange that he took no more care to keep it having &s;o little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray call him back to &s;ave his honour. Tell him what he ought to do, being doubly affronted by <HI>Don Lewis.</HI> Dear <HI>Jodelet,</HI> &s;hew the friend&s;hip of a Servant by per&s;wading a Ma&s;ter to courage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I am &s;ure he has a kind of Country-courage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do you mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mean, he's very ob&s;tinate, and will &s;eldome yield to per&s;wa&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;orry for his Fathers &s;ake; e&s;pecially &s;ince I have pro|ceeded &s;o farr towards an allyance. If I were doubly injur'd as he is, I &s;hould not behave my &s;elf like him. His enemy &s;tays for me at the end of the Street: I'll go to him.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Jodelet.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do, Sir, for my Ma&s;ter is come back, though I fear I &s;hall find him too haughty to be councell'd into courage.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Ferdinand.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is he gone, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, but tell me <HI>Jodelet,</HI> what new affront have we to revenge?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am the Son of a Sow if he has not remov'd my patience &s;o farr from me that I can hardly reach it agen: yet I'm as unwilling to be angry as another. Sir you mu&s;t di&s;gui&s;e your &s;elf no longer.
<PB N="59" REF="33"> The&s;e fal&s;e habits may grow to be Fools Coats, and <HI>Don Lewis</HI> will turn all into laughter. But you did challenge him for me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and without telling him that I was <HI>Don John.</HI> And in troth I did &s;u&s;pect that the young Gallant had courted <HI>I&s;abella.</HI> In &s;hort I found him hidden in her Chamber; and (but for an acci|dent which I mu&s;t conceal from thee) we &s;hould have met in the Field.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That is to &s;ay, you had invited him to take the Air in a Grave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have deferr'd the bu&s; ne&s;s till I &s;ee one thing more e|vident, which is yet but the &s;ubject of my &s;u&s;picion: for, perhaps, I may find it but a fal&s;e-Game which <HI>Bettris</HI> plays to get mony.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That Baggage carries her Pur&s;e in her Bo&s;om; and accord|ing to the Northern Proverb) is as liquori&s;h at a Penny as at a Po&s;&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have &s;ome rea&s;ons to believe that <HI>I&s;abella</HI> is very ig|norant of the Artefice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, there may be more in't than you &s;u&s;pect. I'm loth to &s;ay it, but (if I could &s;peak without making any words) I would tell you that I think <HI>Don Lewis</HI> offends you in private.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, &s;ay no more: I gue&s;s too much. All my pa&s;t mi&s;|fortunes and the pre&s;ent concurre again&s;t me: but I have &s;ome com|fort yet, for no body takes notice of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tod.</SPEAKER>
<P>None know it (for ought I know) unle&s;s it be the People.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou mak'&s;t me mad. I will con&s;ider nothing but re|venge.</P>
<P>Is <HI>Don Ferdinand</HI> our Friend or Enemy?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Lewis</HI> is of his blood; but for the honour of yours, he does th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t which no man ever did for another. He would have <HI>Don Lewis</HI> give you &s;ati<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">faction, and <HI>Don Lewis</HI> &s;tays for me near this hou&s;e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> who &s;till believes me to be <HI>Don John.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t kill him: but men of action are often parted in the &s;treet. The warr which Honour makes in &s;treets does quickly end in peace, and I grow doubtful where to fight.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis great pity there is not &s;ome Amphitheatre; built at the publick charge of Butchers, for the honorable exerci&s;e of cutting mens throats.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Revenge is often interrupted in the Field, becau&s;e now
<PB N="60" REF="34"> even all peculiar Fields are turn'd to common Roads about this popu|lous Town. If I could find &s;ome Hou&s;e, though 'tis again&s;t the fa|&s;hion u&s;'d in Duels &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, Sir. I'll fit you with a place. I have the Key of a low Apartment where we are to lodge. There you may conveniently be reveng'd, almo&s;t in the &s;ight of your Mi&s;tre&s;s, and yet neither &s;he nor her Father can &s;ee it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ha&s;t made an excellent choice my dear <HI>Jodelet.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My dear <HI>Don John.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go and appoint him a meeting in the Evening.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>But rather, Sir, do you go. 'Tis now high time that men &s;hould know who you are. How can you think to continue your fury and pa&s;s for <HI>Jodelet?</HI> Go, go, Sir, di&s;cover your &s;elf, and fight &s;oundly. Revenge is a hearty food for tho&s;e who have a &s;tomach to't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>How <HI>Jodelet?</HI> becau&s;e for a meer provocation of jea|lou&s;ie, for a &s;imple &s;u&s;picion, I have di&s;gui&s;'d my Name, wilt thou therefore have me di&s;cover my &s;elf before the injury be evident? No, thou &s;halt remain <HI>Don John</HI> a while, and invite him to the low Chamber, to mea&s;ure Weapons there, and to con&s;ult about contri|ving the privacy of the Duell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you command me to be &s;till <HI>Don John?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do rather conjure thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I obey you, Sir. But if by chance (as men are often im|patient) he &s;hould draw his &s;word before he enters this Hou&s;e, what &s;hall <HI>Jodelet</HI> do? who has no inclination to warr, and is, perhaps, contented to &s;ojourn in this fooli&s;h world.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Make &s;ignes to him farr off. He's prompt, and will not fail to follow thee till he comes where I will &s;tay to kill him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's another &s;cruple, which lies in the very bottom of my Bowels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What's that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>He may be &s;hort &s;ighted, and thinking my &s;word drawn, may run at me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fy, fy! thy imagination is too &s;ubtil. He has an Eye like an Eagle and will di&s;tingui&s;h, at a miles di&s;tance, any little Fly from a Flea. Thou &s;halt becken him far off, then lead him to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e appointments are &s;omewhat hard. But, Sir, pray be
<PB N="61" REF="34"> &s;ure that you likewi&s;e take heed of mi&s;takes. Mens eyes are often dazled with choller. If I (without thinking of you) &s;hould enter be|fore <HI>Don Lewis;</HI> and you (without thinking of me) &s;hould run a tilt at my Belly&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ha&s;t a Je&s;uitical way of making impo&s;&s;ible &s;cruples.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, Sir, I know if I am wounded, you</L>
<L>Will cry, in troth, poor <HI>Jodelet,</HI> I'm &s;orry;</L>
<L>Excu&s;e a fooli&s;h chance! Then I, good &s;oul,</L>
<L>Shall quickly be contented and &s;oon whole.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt &s;everal waies.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. V.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> I&s;abella, Lucilla, Bettris. <HI>A Candle on the Table.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>MAdam <HI>Bettris,</HI> what do you here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am preparing a warm Chamber for your be|num'd Lover; and, I be&s;eech you, from whence come you, and Ma|dam <HI>Lucilla.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>We have been &s;ighing in a &s;hade.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I mu&s;t tell you agen, if fortune &s;hould bring the whole Sex of Men before you, and give you leave to make your own election, you could not chu&s;e a more worthy Husband than <HI>Don John;</HI> and when you know him better, you will confe&s;s my belief is guided by rea&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I mu&s;t needs declare (&s;ince your opinion is &s;o confident again&s;t mine) that one of us is very ignorant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P>You make me wonder, Madam; but if all wonder did not proceed from ignorance, I &s;hould not quickly yield in this debate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas you are his Si&s;ter; and that may well excu&s;e your par|tiality, you may allow me liberty to tell you this becau&s;e we have contracted a friend&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Were I my Mi&s;tre&s;s, if there were no more men in the world, I would marry <HI>Don John,</HI> becau&s;e I would have children, and becau&s;e all children are not like the Father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="62" REF="35">
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Bettris,</HI> I cannot be angry when you plea&s;e to be merry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, what ever your griefs be, I wonder you are not mer|ry too, for <HI>Don John</HI> makes all the world laugh.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Bettris,</HI> you are too rude.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, you are too grave. If I were to be Bride; like you, I would not carry my &s;elf like a Nun.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;abel a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am unhappy above the help of Fortune; ordain'd to be po&s;&s;e&s;t of what I hate, and by unnatural cu&s;tome I am made a|&s;ham'd of what I love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, let us ha&s;ten up &s;tairs, &s;ome <STAGE>Noi&s;e within like a Key turning a Lock. a&s;ide.</STAGE> body opens the Dore and will &s;urpri&s;e us. 'Tis <HI>Laura,</HI> who (as I appointed) makes a noi&s;e about the Lock to fright the&s;e Love-&s;ick Ladies and make them retire to take their Med'cine of &s;ighs. Madam, I hear't agen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are &s;car'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you had been as often privately in love as I have been, youl'd &s;oon be afraid at the opening of a Dore.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> I&s;abella, Lucilla.</STAGE>
<P>So, let them feed on &s;orrows of Love; which is commonly at Court the ill &s;econd Cour&s;e at the promi&s;ing Fea&s;ts of Lovers, whil&s;t we, poor Wenches, are contented with Country &s;ports. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Sancho, Stephano, <HI>and</HI> Laura, <HI>with a Scarfe in her hand, another Spaniard and two young Women.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>The ly, <HI>Signior Sancho,</HI> is hard of dige&s;tion; but, having fir&s;t &s;wallow'd the gilded Pill of Love, it prepares the &s;tomach for any thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I have &s;aid &s;o much, to cure your jealou&s;ie, as would make an old <HI>Italian</HI> tru&s;t his Wife with a young Painter, and leave her with him to draw her naked.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not naked.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall, be&s;ides the materials of our la&s;t Collation, have an innundation of <HI>Olio,</HI> where you may bathe your knuckles till you cure 'em of the Gout.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>But we mu&s;t inable our appetites with exerci&s;e. We have appointed a Dance for Blind-man-Buff, in which you &s;hall be hood|winkt, and appear all over, <HI>Cupid</HI> the &s;econd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="63" REF="35">
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bating Beard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Gentle Love, let me blind you; and then&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Collation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis prepar'd within.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mighty Olio's?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Sea of Olio, and in it Hams of Baijon lying at Hull with Sailes furl'd up of Cabbidge-leaves.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then Bisks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Imbroyder'd with Pi&s;tachoes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>And Mu&s;&s;els?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Broyl'd; and then (to make you corpulent) roa&s;ted Che&s;t|nuts &s;tew'd in Gravy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>And Chitterings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, I, to fill up Chinks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>And Ragous?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Strew'd over with Salt-peter and Jamaica-Pepper, to make you thir&s;t for whole Flagons of Scargos and Ravidavio; and you &s;hall be a very &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Drunken Cupid.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Love be humble and &s;toop a little &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>I yield. <STAGE>Laura <HI>hoodwinks</HI> Sancho <HI>with a Scarf.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>We have now both place and opportunity for mirth. The Ladies are retir'd, <HI>Don Ferdinand</HI>'s abroad, the three Strangers are &s;everally di&s;per&s;t, and gone, I think, in the que&s;t of wandring Love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>We have a &s;tayd old <HI>Cupid</HI> here who wears his Quiver in his Pocket, full of Tooth-picks in&s;tead of Arrows, in expectation of a Fea&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, blinded already? Come then, let's begin.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>They put them&s;elves into &s;everal Stations and</HI> Sancho <HI>in the middle.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now we have blinded &s;o your &s;ight</L>
<L>That ev'n at Noon the Rayes of light</L>
<L>Are lo&s;t as if your Eyes were out,</L>
<L>Wee'll turn you once and twice about.</L>
<L>About, about; about agen;</L>
<L>Twice for the Maids, once for the men.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="64" REF="36">
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here &s;tands a Maid, and there a Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omnes.</SPEAKER>
<P>We all are near; catch whom you can.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<L>We clo&s;'d your eyes le&s;t you &s;hould &s;ee;</L>
<L>And &s;o your Ears &s;hall u&s;ele&s;s be.</L>
<L>For now, as in the calm of &s;leep,</L>
<L>All &s;hall commanded &s;ilence keep;</L>
<L>Lea&s;t any Man, or any Maid,</L>
<L>Be by di&s;tingui&s;ht voice betrayd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here &s;tands a Maid and there a Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omnes.</SPEAKER>
<P>We'll all &s;tart fair, Catch whom you can.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>They Dance, in which the men kick</HI> Sancho <HI>by turns, and he at &s;everal times &s;ayes the following words.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P><LIST>
<ITEM>That's a Man &mdash;</ITEM>
<ITEM>That's no Maid &mdash;</ITEM>
<ITEM>That's a Hor&s;e &mdash;</ITEM>
<ITEM>Courage brave Bumme&mdash;</ITEM>
</LIST></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>The Dance being ended a Bell rings.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lady rings. She wants me. Let's away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where's Collation? <STAGE>He pulls down his &s;carfe.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Signior <HI>Sancho,</HI> I took the ly from you, and now you mu&s;t accept of one from me. I promi&s;t you a Collation, but there is none. You mu&s;t e'n fa&s;t and pray for better manners.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>We did this to &s;ave you a labour: for when no Crums can fall upon your Beard you need not bru&s;h it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>I could eat&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>What?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thee. <STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Sancho <HI>one way, and the re&s;t at the other Dore.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Don John.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hear 'em coming. I'll leave the Dore open, take away the Key, and conceal my &s;elf in the Alcove.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Jodelet, Don Lewis.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now where's the evil Spirit my Ma&s;ter? Hah! vani&s;ht! he's gone, quite gone! This <HI>Don Lewis</HI> is as famous as <HI>Cain</HI> for
<PB N="65" REF="36"> matters of killing, and, which is wor&s;e to me then no help, he &s;huts the Dore. Well, &s;ince I'm pent in I would I were but as valiant as an impri&s;on'd Cat, that I might fly at his face. 'Tis very inconveni|ent to be a Man without Manhood, O that Traitor, my Ma&s;ter!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, Sir, we are inclo&s;'d, and may fight without in|terruption.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod. a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would he were hang'd that is not here to part us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mutter, Sir, you may expre&s;s your anger with your Sword.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod,</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I, Sir? I &s;corn to mutter any thing again&s;t any man who will give me any rea&s;onable &s;atisfaction.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was bravely invited and am ready to do you rea&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I &s;hall alwayes report you are not only a very rea&s;onable man, but are al&s;o willing to con&s;ider &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>What mean you by con&s;ider?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's well askt, Sir and I am apt to an&s;wer your que&s;tions, if you will &s;pend a little time in di&s;cour&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is this a time to be &s;pent in words?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, Sir, I &s;ee you are ha&s;ty; but, perhaps, I may have pa|tience to hear you out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>To hear me out? Do you take me for a Talker when I come to be in action?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod. a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>This 'tis to meet with brute Bea&s;ts that are not capable of di&s;cour&s;e. I'm quite for&s;aken. My Ma&s;ter has, certainly, no kind of con&s;cience&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>What the Devil do you &s;eek?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Jodelet <HI>looks up and down.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod. a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>Two things, which I fear <HI>I</HI> &s;hall not find, my valour and my Ma&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is a my&s;tery! &s;till you are muttering, but what look you for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> hope you are alone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, Sir, do you bring me hither to ask that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord you are &s;o collerick that one cannot &s;peak to you: may not a man ask a que&s;tion for your good?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> have attended to &s;ee your &s;word out; and Honour taught me that patience: but now I'll tru&s;t you with no more time &mdash; <STAGE>He draws.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="66" REF="37">
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! what a long &s;pit he draws? <HI>I</HI> have been a raw fellow at fighting, and now am like to be roa&s;ted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>D. L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">wis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Sir. Are you ready? for <HI>I</HI> &s;corn to take advan|tage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>In t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">oth <HI>I</HI> &s;ee you are a man of honour, and <HI>I</HI> could find in my heart to con&s;ider a while how <HI>I</HI> may requite your curte&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Curte&s;ie? <HI>I</HI> di&s;dain to receive it from you. Prepare your &s;elf &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, &s;tay a lit<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">le, Sir!</P>
<P>Let me advi&s;e you as a Friend to lay a&s;ide your pa&s;&s;ion when you fight, for in good faith you are too ha&s;ty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is this behaviour equal to your former heat? Methinks y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u grow cold. Your courage is an Ague, for it comes in fits. But <HI>I</HI> &s;hall cure it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod. <HI>a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Heav'n <HI>I</HI> thank thee heartily! for <HI>I</HI> &s;py my Ma&s;ter. Ah, Sir! come out! do you want courage?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Speaks &s;oftly to</HI> Don John <HI>behind him.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Retire as thou art fighting that thou may&s;t amu&s;e him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Quick, Sir, draw; for <HI>I</HI> have told you that <HI>I</HI> &s;corn to take advantage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay an'you grow &s;o angry, Sir, then <HI>I</HI> &s;ay agen, &s;tay! for <HI>I</HI> &s;corn all advantages as much as you do. <STAGE>He takes up the Candle.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you have any odds <HI>I</HI> cannot &s;ee't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord! how your pa&s;&s;ion blinds you? do you think I'm &s;o ba&s;e as to fight with Rapier and Candle again&s;t &s;ingle Rapier?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lay down the light then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Honour is a Fool in the Field when it wants &s;tratagem.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> think he is madd; for &s;till he mutters and looks back. <HI>D. John, I</HI> &s;u&s;pect the temper of your brain, as much as <HI>I</HI> doubt the c urage of your heart; you &s;eem to have a great quantity of the Coward, but more of the Fool.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o much of the Fool as you &s;uppo&s;e, Sir &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>He puts out the Candle.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What art thou all Coward, and cover&s;t thy &s;elf in darkne&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did not you kill my Brother in the dark?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>If that will more incen&s;e thee, know, <HI>I</HI> did.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod. a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then try your Cats eyes once ag<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n. <STAGE>He retires.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="67" REF="37">
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod. <HI>a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil's in the Dice if you throw twice in and in, without any light.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where are you, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.. <HI>a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What a fool were I if I &s;hould tell him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are ba&s;hful, and would not have your courage &s;een.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod. <HI>a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'm a little valiant when I &s;py no naked Weapon. Now good &s;peed to one pu&s;h at hazard &mdash; <STAGE><HI>He &s;teps a&s;ide, thru&s;ts at great di&s;tance at fir&s;t, &amp; at la&s;t hits</HI> D. Lewis, <HI>then retires to the</HI> Alcove.</STAGE> I think that toucht &s;omething. I hope I have not run my &s;word through one of the <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> eyes in the Hanging &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Wretch has drawn my bloud. I feel it, for it wets my hand. But now by this, more than before, he does de&s;erve to be my Enemy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd. within.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'm certain that's my Nephews voice. If I can feel no Key in the Lock, then mine will give me ent<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Go forth from the Alcove or I'll &s;trangle thee.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>D. Ferdinand <HI>opens the Dore, and enters with a Light.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! what's the bu&s;ine&s;s here my Friends?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Jodelet <HI>&s;teps out of the</HI> Alcove.</STAGE>
<STAGE>D. Ferd. <HI>lays hold on</HI> D. Lewis.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm taking &s;atisfaction for my injuries.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I have lo&s;t blood, and will be &s;trait reveng'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd,</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'st by Stoccado, or Strama&s;on?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>A thou&s;and Sathans take all good luck. I &s;hall pay &s;oundly for having the honour to give the fir&s;t wound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Let me &s;ee, Nephew? your hand is hu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis but a &s;light prick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would I had two in my right hand that I might get an ex|cu&s;e to let my &s;word fall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Now my dear friends, fight freely! I come not here to make peace. The one (who &s;uffers by a deep and double injury) is by promi&s;e to be my Son-in-law. The other is my Nephew, who mu&s;t be &s;atisfy'd for lo&s;s of blood. I'll look on each with the &s;ame eyes which in my youth did love to &s;ee the exerci&s;e of honour. Fight, and fight bravely; but fir&s;t let me place the light conveniently for both.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Your coun&s;el wlll be quickly follow'd, Sir, by men who know your courage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="68" REF="38" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rare coun&s;el indeed, which exhorts us to a Duel. This old man is heartily wicked, and may be held the very Father of the Hectors.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>My anger makes me in&s;olent and cruel. And that I now may dare you to do more than you dur&s;t do till darkne&s;s hid your fear, know, I've deceiv'd your Si&s;ter, and have kill'd your Brother.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>D. John <HI>enters from the Alcove.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Since I am thus confirm'd, Honour has leave of con&s;ci|ence to be bloody in revenge &mdash; Stay Sir!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod. <HI>a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O, are you come? In true Tragedies let every man act his own part.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You do not know <HI>Don John,</HI> Behold him here. You did deceive my S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ter, and have kill'd my Brother; and are now, again&s;t your &s;elf, th'audacious witne&s;s of &s;uch double wickedne&s;s as Ju&s;tice cannot hear but with a double &s;ence of anger and of &s;hame. I wi&s;h you had more than a &s;ingle life to an&s;wer both.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>But is the Man become the Ma&s;ter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Make ha&s;te to let me know, which of the two is more worthy than the other to be my Enemy: which is <HI>Don John?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That name is mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Then what is he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm no <HI>Don John,</HI> I dare a&s;&s;ure you, Sir; but yet am &s;o well bred, that I can give way to my Betters in all quarrels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Under a Servants name I have indur'd my injuries whil&s;t I had got no more than a &s;u&s;picion of th'offenders per&s;on to authori&s;e my revenge; but &s;ince you proudly have declar'd you did tho&s;e injuries, you cannot think that I &s;hould longer bear them. My thers blood incites me to revenge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>The cry of blood may cea&s;e when the revenge of it is near.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Know my revenge is heighten'd by that black di&s;honour which has &s;tain'd my Si&s;ters beauty, to whom you have ignobly &s;hewn a want of &s;uch compa&s;&s;ion as does u&s;e t'accompany true cou|rage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Are you the true <HI>Don John,</HI> renown'd for valour, and yet &s;trive, with &s;oftning pity, to allay that courage again&s;t which your honour does conte&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="69" REF="38">
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You ought to think my vengeance for my Brothers death allows not words to re&s;pite deeds: but, by degrees, I am pro|ceeding to the rea&s;on of this &s;hort delay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This is &s;uch temper as I never knew.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That I may make my Si&s;ter feel my ju&s;tice more than cruelty, let me be now oblig'd ev'n by an Enemy, with &s;o much truth as men of noble Race can never want.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What would you ask?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Whether your many vows (broken as fa&s;t as &s;worn) did not &s;educe my Si&s;ter from her Father's hou&s;e to &s;eek you in di&s;|gui&s;e? and whether in tho&s;e vows you did not make a &s;acred Con|tract of immediate Marriage?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This Son-in law is as prudent as he is valiant; though I did pronounce the other Son-in-law a Coxcomb.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's I. But patience, for I've already &s;hed blood enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Though when our &s;words are drawn 'tis then no &s;ea&s;on for confe&s;&s;ion, yet, in a ju&s;t compa&s;&s;ion, for her &s;ake, I will declare a blu&s;hing truth. Your Si&s;ter owes her affliction to my repeated vowes of Marriage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;wear &mdash; by the honour of all Mu&s;tachios, and of all the Beards in <HI>Spain,</HI> my Nephew is a Traitor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! what a horrid Oath was that? no choler &s;hall tran&s;port me to &s;wear by more Beards than my own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Had&s;t thou a heart &s;o cruel as to o'rcome a Virgin by thy vowes, and then for&s;ake her for her faith? Son-in-law I'm wholly now of your &s;ide, and will renounce my bloud in him; who does de&s;erve to have it &s;hed not by a &s;ingle hand of Honour, but by confederacy of common force.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now for the French mode of fighting! <STAGE>D. Ferdinand <HI>goes to</HI> D. John's <HI>&s;ide.</HI></STAGE> I fear I &s;hall, by a trick of honour, be made a Se|cond to the wrong &s;ide.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, Uncle! &s;hall the virtue of Confe&s;&s;ion make you my Enemy!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, where Divines are not the Duelli&s;ts &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, <HI>Don Ferdinand.</HI> My honour will not &s;uffer me to &s;hare in &s;uch advantages.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's &s;poken like a true <HI>Don John.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Then I alone will fight with him. &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="70" REF="39">
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>My honour will le&s;s yield that you, Sir, &s;hould deprive me of my Enemy, Sir, I be&s;eech you, hold!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Then take him to your &s;elf; though &s;uch who Traitors are to Virgins de&s;erve their puni&s;hment from every hand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John</HI> to <HI>D. Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I have another que&s;tion now, to which a civil Foe will give reply; and 'tis to cure my greate&s;t pain, my jea|lou&s;ie; &s;o great a torment as I could not wi&s;h to my mo&s;t fatal Ene|my, no, not to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, now you teach me to be civil. Proceed to tell me your di&s;ea&s;e if you will ha&s;ten to the remedy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Know, I am jealous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Of whom.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Of you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aw you leap from the Balconee of this Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Did you &s;ee it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I &s;aw it, and, &s;ince that, found you conceal'd in <HI>I&s;abella</HI>'s Chamber.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd. a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! Can I have patience to hear more?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>If I in this &s;hall new confe&s;&s;ion add to what I &s;poke be|fore, you cannot think 'tis from th'effect of fear, for honour does ob|lige me to't. If I have been your Rival than my l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ve did wrong your Si&s;ter rather than injure you becau&s;e I did not know <HI>Don John:</HI> and Honour now does joyn with Truth to make me call on Heav'n to a&s;|&s;i&s;t me wh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n I <HI>I&s;abella</HI> vindicate; who with di&s;dain refu&s;ed all love but what her Father &s;hould prefer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd. a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That is &s;ome motive for my patience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I further mu&s;t declare that <HI>Bettris,</HI> to promote th'ad|dre&s;s I made for Marriage, did, unknown to her Lady, hide me then in the Balc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nee, and after that conceal'd me in her Ladies Chamber; for which &s;he was in hazard of her &s;ervice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd. a&s;ide.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I remember my Daughter would have di&s;mi&s;t her Service; which gives my patience another comfort.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>All my di&s;ea&s;e of jealou&s;ie ends here, and I'll continue &s;till to be a civill Enemy, for I will thank you for my cure.</P>
<P>But now &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, &s;tay <HI>Don John!</HI> The next Demand belongs to me. Why did you make your vi&s;it here in a di&s;gui&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="71" REF="39">
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, it is fit you &s;hould be &s;atisfy'd. I chang'd my habit when I &s;aw him &s;cape from the Balconee, &s;uppo&s;ing in another &s;hape, my jealou&s;ie might &s;ooner be inform'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I hear enough. My honour now makes me for&s;ake your cau&s;e, and leads me to the other &s;ide. You are my Enemy.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>He goes to the &s;ide of</HI> D. Lewis.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis my misfortune then and not my choice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You came into my Hou&s;e not as a Lover but a Spy; and with a &s;tratagem (cour&s;e, and below my dignity) advanc'd your man to wooe my Daughter. Prepare your &s;elf for my revenge &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Pray hold, Sir! hold! you puni&s;h me too much in ta|king from my Sword that Enemy who fir&s;t made me his choice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinand,</HI> you never can &s;o much provoke me as to rai&s;e my anger 'gain&s;t the Father of the Mi&s;tre&s;s whom I love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You lov'd with too much in&s;olence, and doubtfully, when you de&s;ign'd your Man to court her in your &s;hape.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I may, without di&s;honor, crave for that your pardon: and when you &s;hall re&s;ent my change of &s;hape, you then forget Love's antient Hi&s;tories; for my di&s;gui&s;e is not the fir&s;t that love has worn. But I conjure you by my Fathers friend&s;hip, to forgive the fooli&s;h Arts of Jealou&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, for his &s;ake, I am appea&s;'d, and bury your of|fence; but 'tis on this condition that I may now re&s;train your Com|bat till I treat with each for both.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>To this I yield.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>To &s;hew that you have taught me temper I con&s;ent by your example.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Ma&s;ter taught <HI>Don Lewis</HI> di&s;cretion and I taught it him. 'Twas ever &s;aid of <HI>Don Jodelet,</HI> that he did much incline to peace.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<L>You, by your &s;word, <HI>Don John,</HI> have lei&s;ure to receive</L>
<L>Such &s;atisfaction as your honour does require</L>
<L>For all my Nephews broken faith, which now</L>
<L>Afflicts your Si&s;ter, but he can never bring her back to her fair Fame</L>
<L>Unle&s;s he marry her; and I pre&s;ume I need not now per&s;wade</L>
<L>What Ju&s;tice and Religion does enjoyne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>D. Lewis</HI> to <HI>D. John</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I doubly am prepar'd. Fir&s;t, I will meet your Si&s;ter in the Temple to perform my former vows; and then
<PB N="72" REF="40"> I will return and meet you here, or in the Field, to pay the debt I owe you for your Brothers bloud.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>D. John,</HI> none yet did ever celebrate the &s;acred Rites of Hymen with a Tragedy; and I'm oblig'd to tell you that my Ne|phew often has lamented your unhappy Brothers death, who in the dark was wounded by mi&s;take, and I have heard my Nephew vow that he did wear your Brother in his bo&s;ome as his deare&s;t Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>This truth which you affirm does more, perhaps, be|come your Tongue than mine whil&s;t I continue in this po&s;ture 'gain&s;t an Enemy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;ea&s;on now is fit to tell, why I have here</L>
<L>Made &s;ome delay of my revenge. My Brother is alive.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Lewis.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alive? Heaven is propitious in this wonder!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am alike &s;urpri&s;'d with wonder and with joy!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Much bloud my Brother lo&s;t by that unlucky wound you gave him, which &s;ome hours depriv'd him of the chiefe&s;t &s;ignes of life; but, being to a Surgeons hou&s;e remov'd, he was by his great Art, in a few dayes, made hopeful of his Cure. I did conceal the good &s;ucce&s;s even from my &s;ervants, and in <HI>Madrid</HI> divulg'd that he was dead.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. Ferd.</SPEAKER>
<P>What could you mean by making that report?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. John.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thought, <HI>Don Lewis,</HI> that the rumour of his death would make it harder for you to e&s;cape the rig'rous Law in order to my Si&s;ters injuries, who then for&s;ook my Fathers Hou&s;e in your pur|&s;uit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>My dear <HI>Don John,</HI> &s;ince you perceive your Brother on|ly wounded by mi&s;take, and that wound cur'd: <HI>Don Lewis</HI> and your Si&s;ter ready to be joyn'd by <HI>Hymens</HI> hand, and I prepar'd to make my <HI>I&s;abella</HI> yours; let me behold a knot of Friend&s;hip ty'd between two Enemies. Come both, and chearfully embrace.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Lewis,</HI> all offences pa&s;t &s;hall vani&s;h like the dreams of Infancy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>And all that we hereafter to each <STAGE>D. John <HI>and</HI> D. Lewis <HI>embrace.</HI></STAGE> other do, &s;hall la&s;t like the examplar deeds of men renown'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace is proclaim'd. I'll re&s;t contented with honour gotten in the dark, and &s;heath my Sword as Game&s;ters put up fal&s;e Dice, to hide 'em after they have won money.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="73" REF="40"><HI>Enter</HI> I&s;abella, Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Come <HI>I&s;abella,</HI> you &s;hall now, and with your own con|&s;ent, be given to <HI>Don John.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>with my con&s;ent? Are there &s;uch Miracles when <HI>Lucilla</HI> &s;aies all faith is lo&s;t; or el&s;e at lea&s;t, that men have none.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Behold the true <HI>Don John.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>I&s;ab.</HI> to <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Though I'm not worthy of your favour, Sir,</L>
<L>Yet u&s;e me not with &s;corn.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>You may perceive my joy, and cannot think it counterfeit.</L>
<L>You &s;hall know more before I lead you to the Prie&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is a Miracle which I am willing to believe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Give me your hand, which mu&s;t be mine no more, for it is now your Nuptial Pledge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Give me your pardon, Madam, 'ere I take your hand,</L>
<L>Pardon the cau&s;e for which I did a&s;&s;ume</L>
<L>My Servants &s;hape; but I am now the true <HI>Don John.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab. a&s;ide.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prophetick Love! thou taught'&s;t me to believe it e're he &s;aid it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Bettris,</HI> I will not chide you now. This day permits no anger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed I ever thought this was the true <HI>Don John.</HI></L>
<L>Though, in the dark, I twice mi&s;took another for him:</L>
<L>Which made me hide <HI>Don Lewis;</HI> fir&s;t in the Balconee,</L>
<L>Then in my Ladies Chamber.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Go, go, make ha&s;te; and call the Lady <HI>Lucilla.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Bettris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly &s;he was mi&s;taken, Sir. Her eyes are much decay'd with watching late to prevent th'unlucky meeting of Lovers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>John.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Si&s;ter, you &s;hall weep no more. <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lucilla <HI>and</HI> Bettris.</STAGE> <HI>Don Lewis</HI> is your be&s;t Phy&s;itian and can cure your grief. He is my Pre&s;ent to you; take him, and forgive him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Can you forgive me, Madam? The Prie&s;t will do it when he joyns our hands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucilla.</SPEAKER>
<L>He is ordain'd to be th'example &s;till of what</L>
<L>We are to do; and I &s;hall quickly follow it.</L>
<PB N="74" REF="41">
<L>This is a &s;odain change; I will not now examine how it comes, nor chide you when you tell it me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Bettris,</HI> you have a great mind to take my hand too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth you mu&s;t wa&s;h it fir&s;t: for when your Gloves were off I &s;till &s;u&s;pected that you were no more than an uncertain Don, called <HI>Jodelet.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Lewis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Jodelet,</HI> I have a &s;mall mark of your favour, which I wear on my right hand: but I intend not to requite it till you are <HI>Don John</HI> agen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you may deferr your requital as long as you plea&s;e, you know I'm one of tho&s;e who &s;corn to be too ha&s;ty in calling for &s;ati&s;|faction when men are any thing willing to give it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>The Clouds which hover'd o'r my Roof to day</L>
<L>Are all di&s;pell'd. Make me your guide. I'll lead</L>
<L>You fir&s;t to Church, and then prepare for Fea&s;ts.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Laura, Sancho, Stephano.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laura.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;hould we &s;tay li&s;t'ning here any longer? We have heard 'em talk of &s;trange changes, and of wonders more fortunate than we could wi&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Steph.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Don Ferdinand</HI> &s;poke of Fea&s;ts: we cannot have a better Cue for our entrance. We may &s;afely &s;tep in, Signior <HI>Sancho.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sancho.</SPEAKER>
<P>We may.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D. <HI>Ferd.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Come happy Lovers, follow me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray &s;tay a while. For matters may not pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>So &s;moothly as you think. Madam, you have</L>
<L>Of mine a little Picture which you plea&s;e</L>
<L>To pin upon the Curtain of your Bed:</L>
<L>You keep the Picture, yet are well content</L>
<L>To lo&s;e th'Original. That's fine i'faith</L>
<L>Sweet Lady, Humph! but 'twill not do. Re&s;tore</L>
<L>It to me or be &s;ure you never walk</L>
<L>Abroad alone after the Sun is &s;et.</L>
<L>Don Jodelet <HI>is &s;uch a furious Spark</HI></L>
<L><HI>As will have &s;atisfaction in the Dark.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omnes.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
<BACK>
<DIV1 TYPE="epilogue">
<PB N="75" REF="41">
<HEAD>The Epilogue. In a BALLAD, &s;ung by Two.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>Ladies, who fine as Fi'pence are,</L>
<L>You Men with bright Ro&s;e-noble Hair,</L>
<L>Both all and &s;ome, for we now except none</L>
<L>O thru&s;t out your Ears and lift to our mean.</L>
<L>Attend and eke hearken out of pure pitty</L>
<L>To tydings dolefull, yea in a &s;ad ditty.</L>
<L>The Players grow poor and down they mu&s;t fall,</L>
<L>Though &s;ome &s;ay they get the devil and all.</L>
<L>Alack, and alas! our hearts are e'n broken:</L>
<L>But becau&s;e in all Plays</L>
<L>You &s;till look for new wayes</L>
<L>We mean now to &s;ing what ought to be &s;poken.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Since now tho&s;e Poets get the Vogue</L>
<L>Who &s;till, with a bold Epilogue,</L>
<L>Dare rattle Spectators and cry 'em down,</L>
<L>As you do their Plays, we'll tell you your own.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t, loving kind friends, who come from the Citty,</L>
<L>You never think any Play can be witty</L>
<L>But that in which Courtiers &s;hrewdly are jeer'd.</L>
<L>Out on it, and fy! was e'r the like heard?</L>
<L>Why would you have us to bob and to gibe 'em,</L>
<L>When the wi&s;er complain</L>
<L>That in private, for gain,</L>
<L>You are the men who endeavor to bribe 'em.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<PB N="76" REF="42">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Some Gallants, though namele&s;s, come here</L>
<L>Expecting our Poets &s;hould jeer</L>
<L>The City for Cu&s;tards and for the Show</L>
<L>When Pageants through rain do pa&s;s to and fro.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e very old frumps, perhaps, would be pretty;</L>
<L>But, Gallants, we have not the dulne&s;s to fit ye.</L>
<L>They grow too &s;tale, and the Reader who looks</L>
<L>Upon the &s;ad Notes of many Shop-books</L>
<L>Will think that the Cits have &s;eldome undone ye.</L>
<L>Rather you, ev'ry year,</L>
<L>Spoil their Shows and their Chear,</L>
<L>For they want your Wit, and you have their Money.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Now up wi' Boots, and have at all!</L>
<L>Ev'n you whom we Town-Gallants call;</L>
<L>Who with your round Eeathers make a great &s;how;</L>
<L>We mean you did wear &s;uch three years agoe;</L>
<L>Come then, and &s;tand fair, that now we may hit ye,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e ev'n like Turks without any pity,</L>
<L>You vi&s;it our Plays, and merit the Stocks</L>
<L>For paying Half-Crowns of Bra&s;s to our Box.</L>
<L>Nay, often you &s;wear, when places are &s;hewn ye,</L>
<L>That your hearing is thick,</L>
<L>And &s;o, by a Love-trick,</L>
<L>You pa&s;s through our Scenes up to the Balcone.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>And &s;ome (a duce take 'em!) pretend</L>
<L>They come but to &s;peak with a friend;</L>
<L>Then wickedly rob us of a whole Play</L>
<L>By &s;tealing five times an Act in a day.</L>
<L>O little <HI>England!</HI> &s;peak, is it not pity,</L>
<L>That Gallants ev'n here, and in thy chief City,</L>
<PB N="77" REF="42">
<L>Should under great Perukes have heads &s;o &s;mall,</L>
<L>As they mu&s;t &s;teal wit, or have none at all?</L>
<L>Others are bolder and never cry, &s;hall I?</L>
<L>For they make our Guards quail,</L>
<L>And 'twixt Curtain and Rail,</L>
<L>Oft Combing their hair, they walk in Fop-Ally.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Gallants relent and eke repent,</L>
<L>For your &s;o foul nay, bad intent</L>
<L>Of paying us Bra&s;s in&s;tead of true Coyne;</L>
<L>And, for amends we only enjoyn,</L>
<L>That ev'ry Man, to declare con&s;cience in ye,</L>
<L>Shall whi&s;per a Friend, and borrow a Guinny;</L>
<L>Which in our Box you may carele&s;ly throw,</L>
<L>And pay him who lends it to morrow to mow.</L>
<L>And now to conclude, 'tis fit to acquaint ye</L>
<L>That though this Epilogue</L>
<L>Does not flatter and cogg</L>
<L>Yet a new Ballad may pa&s;s for a dainty.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BACK>
</TEXT>
</EEBO>
</ETS>
