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cer; I was a little too free in speaking my told his neighbours he loved her never the
mind to him.
worse; but he was resolved she should never
know it.

Hyp. Don't you think of serving again, sir? Trap. If a good post falls in my way, Hyp. I believe I could help you.-Pray, sir, when you served last, did you take pay or wages?

Trap. Pay, sir!-Yes, sir, I was paid, clear'd subsistence and arrears to a farthing.

Hyp. And your late commander's name was
Trap. Don Philip de las Torres,
Hyp. Of Seville?

Trap. Of Seville.

Hyp. Sir, your most humble servant. You need not be curious; for I am sure you don't know me, though I do you, and your condition; which I dare promise you I'll mend upon our better acquaintance. And your first step to deserve it, is to answer me honestly to a few questions: keep your assurance still; it may do me service, I shall like you better for it: come, here's to encourage you.

[Gives him Money. Trap. Sir, my humble service to you. Hyp. Well said. Flora. Nay, I'll pass my word he shan't dwindle into modesty.

Trap. I never heard a gentleman talk better in my life. I have seen such a sort of face before, but where-I don't know, nor I don't care. It's your glass, sir.

Hyp. Grammercy! here, cousin! [Drinks to Flora] Come, now, what made don Philip turn you out of his service? Why did you leave him?

Trap. 'Twas time, I think; his wits had left him-the man was mad.

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Hyp. What was she he was in love with? Trap. The devil!

Hyp. So! now for a very ugly likeness of my own face. What sort of a devil? [Aside. Trap. The damning sort-a woman.

Hyp. Had she no name?

Hyp. Did she use him so very ill? Trap. Like a jade.


Flora. How d'ye do now? Hyp. I don't know - methinks I-[Apart] But sure! What! was she not handsome, say ye? Trap. A devilish tongue. Hyp. Was she ugly?

Flora. Ay, say that at your peril. [Aside. Hyp. What was she? How did she look? Trap. Look! Why, faith, the woman look'd very well when she had a blush in her face. Hyp. Did she often blush? Trup. I never saw her.

Flora. How d'ye like the picture, madam?

[Apart. [Apart.

Hyp. I am as humble as an offending lover.

Re-enter Host. Host. Gentlemen, your dinner's upon table. [Exit. Hyp. That's well! Come, sir, at dinner I'll give you further instructions how you may serve yourself and me.

Trap. Come, sir.

[To Flora. Flora. Nay, dear sir, no ceremony. Trap. Sir, your very humble servant.

[As they are going, Hypolita stops them. Hyp. Come back; here's one I don't care should see me.

Trap. Sir, the dinner will be cold. Hyp. Do you eat it hot then; we are not hungry.

Trap. Sir, your humble servant again. [Exit. Flora, You seem concern'd; who is it? Hyp. My brother Octavio, as I live-Come this way. [They retire.

Enter OCTAVIO and a Servant, Oct. Jasper, run immediately to Rosara's woman, tell her I am just come to town, slip that note into her hand, and stay for an answer. Flora. 'Tis he. [Apart to Hypolita

Re-enter Host, conducting DON PHILIP. Host. Here, sir, please to walk this way. Flora. And don Philip, by Jupiter! [Apart Don P. When my servant comes, send

Trap. Her Christian name was donna Hy-him to me immediately. polita: but her proper name was Shittlecock.

Flora. How d'ye like that?

[Apart to Hypolita. Hyp. Pretty well. [Apari] Was she hand


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Hyp. What! had she no good qualities? Trap. Faith! I don't remember "em. Hyp. Hah! d'ye think she loved him?

Host. Yes, sir.

Hyp. Nay, then it's time for us to make ready-Allons!

[Apart. Exeunt Hypolita and Flora. Oct. Don Philip!

Don P. Dear Octavio!

Oct. What lucky point of the compass could blow us upon one another so?

Don P. Faith! a wind very contrary to my inclination: but the worst I see blows some good; I am overjoy'd to see you.—But what makes you so far from the army?

Oct. O, friend, such an unfortunate occasion, yet such a lucky discovery! such a mixture of joy and torment no poor dog upon earth was ever plagued with.

Don P. Unriddle, pray.

Oct. Don't you remember, about six months Trap. If she did, 'twas as the cobler loved ago, I wrote you word of a dear, delicious Hyp. How was that? [his wife. sprightly creature, that I had bombarded for

Trap. Why he beat her thrice a day, and a whole summer to no purpose?

Don P. I remember.

(she loving you), my friendship and my ho

Oct. That same silly, stubborn, charming nour would oblige me to desist. angel now capitulates.

Don P. Then she's taken.

Oct. I can't tell that; for you must know, her perfidious father, contrary to his treaty with me, and her inclination, is going toDon P. Marry her to another?

Oct. Of a better estate than mine, it seems. There's her express; read it.


in the Balcony.


Oct. That's generous indeed! But still you amaze me. Are you quite broke off with my sister? I hope she has given you no to forget her?


Don P. The most severe that ever beauty printed in the heart of man, a coldness unaccountable to sense.

Oct. Pshaw! dissembled.

Don P. I can't think it; lovers are soon flattered into hope; but she appeared to me indifferent to so nice a point, that she has Flora. Trappanti, there's your old master. ruined me without the trouble of resolving it. [Apart. Oct. For all her usage of you, I'll be racked

Trap. Ay, I know him again: but I may if she did not love you.

chance to tell him he did not know a good| Don P. I rather think she hated me: howservant when he had him. [Apart. ever, now 'tis past, and I must endeavour to

Don P. That's my business to Madrid.
Trap. Which shall be done to your hand.

Don P. [Reads] My father has concluded think no more of her. a match for me with one I never saw, and Oct. Then you are determined to marry intends in two days to perfect it; the gen- this other lady? tleman is expected every hour. In the mean time, if you know any friend that has a better title to me, advise him forthwith to put in his claim: I am almost out of my senses; which you'll easily believe, when I tell you, if such a one should make haste, I shan't have time to refuse him any thing. Hyp. How's this? Apart. Don P. No name.

of her.

[Apart. Don P. Besides, I am now obliged by contract. Oct. Then (though she be my sister) may some jealous, old, ill-natured dog revenge your quarrel to her.

Don P. Come, forget it.

[Exeunt Hypolita, Flora, and Trappanti. Oct. She never would trust it in a letter. Oct. With all my heart; let's go in and Flora. If this should be don Philip's mis- drink your new mistress's health. When do tress! [Apart. you visit her? Trap. Sir, you may take my word it is; I Don P. I intended it immediately; but an know the lady, and what the neighbours say unlucky accident has hinder'd me; one of my [Apart. servants fell sick upon the road, so that I am Don P. What will you do in this case? forced to make shift with one, and he is the Oct. That I don't yet know; I have just most negligent, sottish rogue in nature, has sent my servant to tell her I am come to town, left the portmanteau, where all my writings and beg an opportunity to speak with her: I and letters of concern are, behind him at the long to see her: I warrant the poor fool will last town we lay, so that I can't properly visit be so soft and humble, now she's in a fright. the lady or her father till I am able to assure Don P. What will you propose at your them who I am. meeting her?

Oct. Why don't you go back yourself to

Oct. I don't know, may be another meet-see for 'em? mg at least it will come to a kind look, a kiss, good by, and a sigh!-ah! if I can but persuade ber to run away with me.

Dun P. Consider!

Oct. Ah! so I do; what a pleasure 'twould be to have her steal out of her bed in a sweet, moonshiny night! to hear her come pat, pat, pa, along in her slippers, with nothing but a in sik night-gown loose about her; and in hu tempting dress to have her jump into my arms breathless with fear.

Don P. Octavio, I envy thee; thou art the happiest man in thy temper—

Don P. I have sent my servant; for I am really tired: I was loath to appear too much concern'd for 'em, lest the rascal should think it worth his while to run away with 'em.

Re-enter a Servant to OCTAVIO.
Oct. How now?

Sere. Here's an answer, sir. [Gives a Letter. Oct. My dear friend, I beg a thousand pardons, I must leave you this minute; the kind creature has sent for me; I am a soldier, you know, and orders must be obey'd; when I come off duty, I'll immediately wait upon you. [To Don Philip.

Dez. And thou art the most alter'd I ever knew prythee what makes thee so much upon the hum-drum?1) Well, are my sister and adieu. [Exit Octavio] Here, house! you come to a right understanding yet? When do you marry?

Don P. You'll find me here, or hear of me:

Don P. My condition, Octavio, is very much Le your mistress's: she is going to marry se man she never saw, and I the woman. Oct. 'Sdeath! you make me tremble: I hope not my mistress.

Don P. Thy mistress! that were an idle ar; Madrid's a wide place. Or if it were

** Melancholy.

Re-enter Host.

Pr'ythee see if my servant be come yet.
Host. I believe he is, sir; is he not in blue?
Don P. Ay, where is the sot?

Host. Just refreshing himself with a glass at the gate.

Don P. Pray tell the gentleman I'd speak with him. [Exit Host] In all the necessaries of life there is not a greater plague than servants. Hey, Soto! Soto!

Enter Soro, drunk.

Odso! I had like to have forgot-Here, house!
Soto. Did you please to-such!-call, sir? a bason and washball-I've a razor about me.
Don P. What's the reason, blockhead, I-Hey!
must always wait upon you thus?

Soto. Sir, I did not know any thing of it; I-I-came as soon as you se-se-se-sent for me.

Don P. And why not without sending, sir? Did you think I expected no answer to the business I sent you about?

Soto. Yes, sir-I did think you would be willing-that is to have an account-so I staid to take a glass at the door, because I would not be out of the way--huh!

Don P. You are drunk, rascal-where's the portmanteau?

Soto. Sir, I am here-if you please, I'll give you the whole account how the matter is-huh! Don P. Speak, villain. [Strikes him. Soto. I will, sir, as soon as I can put my words into an intelligible order; I an't run ning away, sir.

Don P. To the point, sirrah!
Soto. Not of your sword, dear sir.
Don P. Sirrah, be brief, or I'll murder you:
where's the portmanteau?

Hyp. What's the matter?
Trap. Sir, you are not shaved:
Hyp. Shaved!


Trap. Ever while you live, sir, go with a
smooth chin to your mistress. Hey! [Knocks.
Hyp. This puppy does so plague me with
his impertinence, I shall laugh out, and dis-
cover myself.
Trap. Why, Diego!
Hyp. Pshaw! pr'ythee don't stand fooling,

we're in haste.

Flora. Ay, ay, shave another time.
Trap. Nay, what you please, sir; your
beard is not much, you may wear it to-day.
[Taking her by the Chin.

Flora. Ay, and to-morrow too: pray, sir,
will you see the coach ready, and put in the

Trap. Sir, I'll see the coach ready, and put in the things. [Exit. Flora. Come, madam, courage; now let's do something for the honour of our sex, give a proof of our parts, and tell mankind we can contrive, fatigue, bustle, and bring about as well as the best of 'em.

Soto. Sir, as I hope to breathe, I made all the strictest search in the world, and drank at every house upon the road, going and coming, Hyp. Well said, Flora: for the honour of and ask'd about it; and so at last, as I was our sex be it then, and let the grave dons coming within a mile of the town here, I think themselves as wise as they please; but found then

Don P. What?

Soto. That it must certainly be lost. Don P. Dog! d'ye think this must satisfy me? [Beats him.

Soto. Lord, sir, you won't hear reasonAre you sure you han't it about you?-If I know any thing of it, I wish I may be burnt.

Don P. Villain! your life can't make me satisfaction.

Soto. No, sir, that's hard-a man's life can't -for my part—I—I—

Don P. Why do I vent my rage against a sot, a clod of earth? I should accuse myself for trusting him.

Soto. Sir

Don P. Be dumb!

Soto. Ahuh! Yes.

Don P. If this rascal had stole it, sure he would not have ventured to come back again -I am confounded! Neither don Manuel nor

nature knows there goes more wit to the ma-
nagement of some amours, than the hardest
point in politics.

Therefore to men th' affair of state's confin'd,
Wisely to us the state of love's assign'd,
As love's the weightier business of mankind.


Enter ROSARA and Viletta.

Vil. Hear reason.

Ros. Talk of Octavio then.

Vil. How do you know but the gentleman your father designs you for, may prove as pretty a fellow as he? if you should happen to like him as well.

Ros. Do you expect Octavio should thank you for this?

Vil. The gentleman is no fool.

Ros. He'll hate any one that is not, a friend

his daughter know me, nor any of his family. to his love. If I should not visit him till I can receive fresh Vil. Hang 'em, say I: but can't one quench letters from my father, he'll in the mean time the thirst without jumping into the river? Is think himself affronted by my neglect-What there no difference between cooling and drownshall I do? Suppose I go and tell him my ing? If Octavio must be the man, I say, let misfortune, and beg his patience till we can don Philip be the husband.


bear again from Seville. I must think! Hey, Ros. I tell you, fool, I'll have no man but [E.cit. a husband, and no husband but Octavio: when Soto. I had rather bought a portmanteau you find I am weary of him, I'll give you out of my own pocket, than had such a life leave to talk to me of somebody else. Vil. In vain, I see.-I ha' done, madam one must have time to be wise; but in the mean while what do ye resolve? Positively not to marry don Philip.

about it.

[Exit. Re-enter HYPOLITA, FLORA, and TRAPPANTI. Trap. Hold, sir, let me touch up your foretop) a little. Hyp. Well, Trappanti, you know your business; and if I marry the lady, you know promise too.


Trap. Sir, I shall remember 'em both1) Fore-top is the hair on the fore part of the head,

Ros. I don't know what I shall do, till 1
see Octavio; when did he say he would be here
Vil. Oh! I dare not tell you, madam.
Ros. Why?

Vil. I am bribed to the contrary.
Ros. By whom?

Fil. Octavio! he just now sent me this seem wicked: hussy, you shall confess for lovely piece of gold, not to tell you what time her; I'll have her send her sins by you, you he would be here. know 'em, I'm sure; but I'll know what the friar has got out of her.-Save you, father. Oct. Bless you, son.

Ros. Nay then, Viletta, here are two pieces that are twice as lovely; tell me when I shall see him.

Fil. Umph! these are lovely pieces indeed. [Smiling.

Ros. When, Viletta?

Vil. Have you no more of 'em, madam?

Don M. How now, what's become of father Benedict? Why is not he here?

Vil. Sir, he is not well, and so desired this gentleman, his brother here, to officiate for him. Don M. He seems very young for a con

Ros. Pshaw! there, take purse and all; will fessor. that content thee?


Vil. Ay, sir! he has not been long at it. Fil. O! dear madam, I should be uncon- Oct. Nor don't desire to be long in it; I scionable to desire more; but really I was hope I understand it well enough to make a willing to have 'em all first. [Courtesying. fool of my old don here. Ros. When will he come? Don M. Well, sir! how do you find the Fil. Why the poor gentleman has been pulse of iniquity beat there? What sort of hankering about the house this quarter of an sin has she most stomach to? hour; but I did not observe, madam, you were willing to see him, till you had convinced me by so plain a proof.

Ros. Where's my father?

Vil. Fast asleep in the great chair.

Ros. Fetch him in then before he wakes. Fil. Let him wake, his habit will protect him. Rob. His habit!

Fil. Ay, madam, he's turn'd friar to come al you if your father surprises us, I have a lie ready to back him-Hist, Octavio, you may


Enter OCTAVIO, in a Friar's Habit. Oct. After a thousand frights and fears, do 1 live to see my dear Rosara once again, and kind?

Ros. What shall we do, Octavio ?

[Looking kindly on him. Oct. Kind creature! do! why as lovers should do; what nobody can undo; let's run away this minute, tie ourselves fast in the church-knot, and defy fathers and mothers. Ros. And fortunes too?

Oct. Pshaw! we shall have it one day: they must leave their money behind 'em.

Ros. Suppose you first try my father's good nature? You know he once encouraged your addresses.

Oct First let's be fast married; perhaps he may be good-natured when he can't help it; whip a suit of night-clothes into your pocket, and let's march off in a body together. Ros. Ah! my father.

Oct. Dead!

To your function.


Don M. Viletta.

Fil. Sir.

Don M. Where's my daughter?

Hist, don't disturb her.

Don M. Disturb her! why what's the matter?
Fil She's at confession, sir.

Don M. Confession! I don't like that; a young woman ought to have no sins at all. Fil. Ah! dear sir, there's no living withcut 'em.

Don M. I find her aversion to the marriage I have proposed her, has put her upon disbedient thoughts: there can be no confession without guilt.

Vil Nor no pardon, sir, without confession.
Don M. Fiddle faddle! I won't have her

Oct. Why truly, sir, we have all frailties, and your daughter has had most powerful temptations.

Don M. Nay, the devil has been very busy with her these two days.

Oct. She has told me a most lamentable story. Don M. Ten to one but this lamentable story proves a most damnable lie.

Oct. Indeed, son, I find by her confession, that you are much to blame for your tyrannical government of her.

Don M. Hey-day! what has the jade been inventing sins for me, and confessing 'em instead of her own? Let me come-she shall be lock'd up till she repents 'em too.

Oct. Son, forbear: this is now a corroboration of your guilt: this is inhuman.

Don M. Sir, I have done; but pray, if you please, let's come to the point: what are these terrible cruelties that this tender lady accuses me of?

Oct. Nay, sir, mistake her not: she did not, with any malicious design, expose your faults, but as her own depended on 'em: her frailties were the consequence of your cruelty.

Don M. Let's have 'em both antecedent and consequent.

Oct. Why she confess'd her first maiden, innocent affection, had long been settled upon a young gentleman, whose love to her you once encouraged; and after their most solemn vows of mutual faith, you have most barbarously broke in upon her hopes, and to the utter ruin of her peace, contracted her to a man she never saw.

Don M. Very good, I see no harm in all this. Oct. Methinks the welfare of a daughter, sir, might be of weight enough to make you serious.

Don M. Serious! so I am, sir; what the devil must I needs be melancholy because I have got her a good husband?

Oct. Her melancholy, may tell you, sir, she can't think him a good one.

Don M. Sir, I understand thinking better than she, and I'll make her take my word. Oct. What have you to object against the man she likes?

Don M. The man I like!

Oct. Suppose the unhappy youth she loves should throw himself distracted at your feet, and try to melt you into pity.

Don M. Ay! That's if he can.
Oct. You would not, sir, refuse to hear him.

Don M. Sir, I shall not refuse him any that offers at Rosara's love shall have one virthing; that I am sure will signify nothing. tue, courage, at least; I'll be his proof of that, Oct. Were you one moment to reflect upon and ere he steps before me, force him to dethe pangs which separated lovers feel, were serve her. [Exit Octavio. nature dead in you, that thought might| Don M. Ah! poor fellow! he's mad now, wake her. and does not know what he would be at:Don M. Sir, when I am ask'd to do a thing But, however, 'twill be no harm to provide I have not a mind to do, my nature sleeps against him-Who waits there? like a top 1).

Enter a Servant. Oct. Then I must tell you, sir, this obsti-Run you for an alguazile, and bid your fellows nacy obliges me, as a churchman, to put you arm themselves, I expect mischief at my door in mind of your duty and to let you know immediately: if Octavio offers any disturbance, too, you ought to pay more reverence to our knock him down, and bring him before me. order.

Don M. Sir, I am not afraid of the sin of marrying my daughter to the best advantage: and so if you please, father, you may walk home again-when any thing lies upon my conscience I'll send for you.

[Exit Servant, Vil. Hist! don't I hear my mistress's voice? Ros. [Within] Viletta!

Vil. Here! here, madam-bless me, what's this? [Viletta listens at the Closet Door, and Rosara thrusts a Billet to her through the Key-hole.

Oct. Nay then, 'tis time to claim a lover's right, and to tell you, sir, the man that dares Ha! a billet-to Octavio-a-hem. to ask Rosara from me is a villain.

[Puts it into her Bosom. [Throws off his disguise. Don M. How now, hussy; what are you Vil. So! here will be fine work! [Aside. fumbling about that door for? Don M. Octavio! the devil!

Vil. Nothing, sir; I was only peeping to

Oct. You'll find me one, unless you do me see if my mistress had done prayers yet. speedy justice: since not the bonds of honour, Don M. Oh! she had as good let 'em alone, nature, nor submissive reason can oblige you, for she shall never come out, 'till she has I am reduced to take a surer, shorter way, stomach enough to fall to upon the man I and force you to be just. I leave you, sir, have provided for her. But hark you, Mrs. [Walks about angrily. Modesty, was it you, pray, that let in Don M. Ah! here's a confessor! ah! that that able comforter for my babe of grace jade of mine-and that other jade of my jade's there?

to think on't.


-here has been rare doings!-Well! it shan't Vil. Yes, sir, I let him in. hold long, madam shall be noosed to-morrow Don M. Did you so?- Ha! then if you morning-Ha! sir's in a great passion here, please, madam - I'll let you out-go-go-get but it won't do those long strides, don, will a sheet of brown paper, pack up your things, never bring you the sooner to your mistress and let me never see that damn'd ugly face -Rosara! step into that closet, and fetch my of thine as long as I live. spectacles off the table there. Tum, tum! [Sings. Vil. Bless me, sir, you are in a strange Vil. I don't like the old gentleman's looks. humour, that you won't know when a servant does as she should do.

[Aside. Ros. This obstinacy of yours, my dear father, you shall find runs in the family. [Exit Rosara, and Don Manuel locks her in. Don M. Tum! dum! dum! [Sings. Oct. Sir, I would advise you, as your nearest friend, to defer this marriage for three days. Don M. Tum! tum! tum!

Vil. Sir, you have lock'd my mistress in.


Don M, Tum! dum! dum!
Vil. If you please to lend me the key, sir,
I'll let her out.

Don M. Tum! dum! dum!

Oct. You might afford me at least, as I a gentleman, a civil answer, sir.


Don M. Why then, in one word, sir, you shall not marry my daughter; and as you are a gentleman, I'm sure you wont think it good manners to stay in my house, when I submissively beg of you to walk out.

answer as you

Don M. Thou art strangely impudent.
Vil. Only the furthest from it in the world, sir,
Don M. Then I am strangely mistaken:
didst not thou own just now thou let'st him in?

Vil. Yes-but 'twas in disguise-for I did not design you should see him, because I know you did not care my mistress should see him.

Don M. Hah!

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Vil. So upon this, sir, as you see—I—I—| let him in; that's all.

Don M. Nay, if it be so as thou say'st, be was a proper confessor indeed. Fil. Well, sir, and judge you now if my mistress is not beholden to me.

Oct. You are the father of my mistress, and something, sir, too old, to ought, this wrong; therefore I'll look for reparation where I can with honour take it; Don. M. Oh! extremely; but you'll go to and since you have obliged me to leave your hell, my dear, for all this; though perhaps house, I'll watch it carefully, I'll know who you'll choose that place; I think you never dares enter it. This, sir, be sure of, the man much car'd for your husband's company; and if I don't mistake, you sent him to heaven in

1) The children, in playing with their tops, say, when it turns round with such velocity as to appear to stand the old road. [Clash] Hark! what noise is [Noise without. Exit Filetta.

till, that it sleeps.


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