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Tol. 'Tis too cheap in conscience; but my land- | tinue so. They have agreed to be a little merry estate is so ill paid this war-time

with the heat he is in, and engage you in a familyLop. That a little industry may be commenda- quarrel with him. ble ; so say no more; that matter's fixed.

Cam. I doubt, Isabella, I shall act that part but (Exeunt Lor. und Tol. faintly.

Isa. No matter; you'll make amends for it in Enter CAMILLO.

the scene of reconciliation. Cam. How miserable a perplexity have I brought Cam. Pray Heaven it be my lot to act it with myself into! Yet why do I complain? since, with him. all the dreadful torture I endure, I cann't repent Isa. Here comes Don Felix to wish you joy. of one wild step I've made. O love! what tempests canst thou raise, what storms canst thou as

Enter Don Felix. suage! To all thy cruelties I am resigned. Long Fel. Come near, my daughter, and with exyears through seas of torment I'm content to roll, tended arms of great affection let me receive thee. so thou wilt guide me to the happy port of my (Kisses her.] Thou art a dainty wench, good faith Lorenzo's arms, and bless me there with one calm thou art, and 'tis a mettled action thou hast done : day at last.

if Lorenzo don't like thee the better fort, cods

my life, he's a pitiful fellow, and I sha'n't believe Enter ISABELLA.

the bonny old man had the getting of him. What news, dear Isabella? Methinks there's Cam. I'm so encouraged by your forgiveness, something cheerful in your looks, may give a sir, methinks I have some fattering hopes of his. trembling lover hopes. If you have comfort for Fel

. Of his ! 'Egad, and he had best; I believe me, speak, for I indeed have need of it.

he'll meet with his match if he don't. What dost Isa. Were your wants yet still greater than think of trying his courage a little, by way of a joke they are, I bring a plentiful supply. Cam. O Heavens! Is't possible?

Isa. I was just telling her your design, sir. Isa. New mysteries are out, and if you can find Fel. Why, I'm in a mighty witty way upon this charms to wean Lorenzo from your sister, no other whimsical occasion ; but I see him coming. You obstacle is in your way to all your wish.

must not appear yet : go your way, in to the rest Cam. Kind messenger from Heaven, speak on. of the people there, and I'll inform him what a Isa. Know, then, that you are daughter to Al squabble he has worked himself into here.

[Ereunt CAMILLO and ISABELLA. Cam. How ! Daughter to Alvarez Isa. You are: The truth this moment's come

Enter LORENZO and LOPEZ. to light; and till this moment he, although your Lop. Pray, sir, don't be so obstinate now; don't father, was a stranger to it, nay, did not even affront Heaven at this rate. I had a vision last know you were a woman. In short, the great es-night about this business, on purpose to forewarn tate, which has occasioned these uncommon ac- you: I dreamt of goose-eggs, a blunt knife, and cidents, was left but on condition of a son; great the snuff of a candle: I'm sure there's mischief hopes of one there was, when you destroyed’em, towardsand to your parents came a most unwelcoine Lor. You cowardly rascal, hold your tongue. guest: To repair the disappointment, you were ex- Fel. Lorenzo, come hither, my boy; I was just changed for that young Camillo, who few months going to send for thee. The honour of our anafter died. Your father then was absent, but cient family lies in thy hands; there is a combat your mother, quick in contrivance, vold in execu- preparing; thou must fight, my son. tion, during that infant's sickness, had resolved Lop. Look you there now ; did not I tell you? his death should not deprive her family of those 0! dreams are wondrous things: I never knew advantages his life had given it; so ordered things that snuff of a candle fail yet. with such dexterity, that once again there past a Lor. Sir, I do not doubt but Carlos seeks my change between you : Of this (for reasons yet un- life; I hope he'll do it fairly. known to me) she made a secret to her husband, Lop. Fairly! Do you hear, fairly! Give me leave and took such wise precautions, that till this hour to tell you, sir, folks are not fit to be trusted with 'twas so to all the world, except the person from lives, that don't know how to look better after whom I now have heard it.

them. Sir, you gave it him; I hope you'll make Cum. This news indeed affords a view of no un- him take a little more care on't. happy termination; yet there are difficulties still Fel. My care shall be to make him do as a man may be of fatal hindrance.

of honour ought to do. Isa. None, except that one I just now named Lop. What, will you let him fight then? Let to you ; for, to remove the last, know I have al- your own flesh and blood fight? ready unfolded all, both to Alvarez and Don Fe- Fel. In a good cause, as this is. lix.

Lop. O, monstrum horrendum ! Now I have Cam. And how have they received it? that humanity about me, that if a man but talks

Isa. To your wishes both. As for Lorenzo, he to me of fighting, I shiver at the name on't. is yet a stranger to all kas past, and the two old Lor. What you do on this occasion, sir, is fathers desire he may some moments longer con- worthy of you: And had I been wanting to you





in my due regards before, this noble action would something to prevent bloodshed? Why, madam, have stamped that impression which a grateful have you no pity, no bowels ? [To Leo.] Stand son ought to have for so generous a father. and see one of your husbands butchered before

Lop. Very generous, truly! Gives him leave to your face? 'Tis an arrant shame. be run through the guts, for his posterity to brag Leo. If widowhood be my fate, I must bear it on a hundred years hence.

[Aside. as I can. Lor. I think, sir, as things now stand, it won't Lop. Why, did you ever hear the like! be right for me to wait for Carlos's call; I'll, if you Lor. Talk to her no more: her monstrous please, prevent him.

impudence is no otherwise to be replied to, than Lop. Ay, pray, sir, do prevent him by all by a dagger in her brother's heart. means; 'tis better made up, as you say, a thou- Leo. Yonder he's coming to receive it. But sand times.

have a care, brave sir, he does not place it in anoFel. Hold your tongue, you impertinent jack- ther's. anapes: I will have him fight, and fight like a fu- Lor. It is not in his power; he has a rotten ry too; if he don't, he'll be worsted, I can tell cause upon his sword: I'm sorry he's engaged in him that: For know, son, your antagonist is not it; but since he is, he must take his fate. For the person you name; it is an enemy of twice his you, my bravo, expect me in your turn.

; force.

[To CARLOS. Lop. O dear, O dear, O dear! and will nobo- Car. You'll find Camillo, sir, will set your dy keep 'em asunder?

hand out. Lor. Nobody shall keep us asunder, if once I Lor. A beardless boy. You might have matchknow the man I have to deal with.

ed me better, sir; but prudence is a virtue. Fel. Thy man then is—Camillo.

Fel. Nay, son, I would not have thee despise Lor. Camillo !

thy adversary neither; thou'lt find Camillo will Fel. 'Tis he; he'll suffer nobody to decide this put thee hardly to it. quarrel but himself.

Lor. I wish we were come to the trial. Why Lop. Then there are no seconds, sir? does he not appear? Fel. None.

Juc. Now do I hate to hear people brag thus. Lop. He's a brave man.

Sir, with my lady's leave, I'll hold a ducat he dis. Fel. No, he says nobody's blood shall be spilt armis you.

(They laugk. upon this occasion, but theirs who have a title Lor. Why, what! I think I'm sported with. to it.

Take heed; I warn you all; I am not to be trifled Lop. I believe he'll scarce have a law-suit up

with. on the claim. Fel. In short, he accuses thee of a shameful

Enter CAMILLO and IsabelLA. falsehood, in pretending his sister Leonora was thy Leo. You sha'n't, sir; here's one will be in earwife; and has upon it prevailed with his father, nest with you. as thou hast done with thine, to let the debate Lor. He's welcome, though I had rather have be ended by the sword 'twixt him and thee. drawn my sword against another. I'm sorry,

Lop. And pray, sir, with submission, one short Camillo, we should meet on such bad terms as question, if you please: What may the gentle Le- these ; yet more sorry your sister should be the onora say of this business?

wicked cause on't; but since nothing will serve Fel. She approves of the combat, and marries her but the blood either of a husband or brother, Carlos.

she shall be glutted with it. Draw. Lop. Why, God a.mercy!

Lop. Ah Lard, ah Lard, ah Lard ! Lor. Is it possible? Sure she's a devil, and not Lor. And yet before I take this instrument of

death into my fatal hand, hear me, Camillo; hear Lop. Ay---cod, sir, the devil and a woman Alvarez; all? I imprecate the utmost powers of both, I think.

Heaven to shower upon my head the deadliest of Fel. Well, thou shalt have satisfaction of some its wrath; I ask that all hell's torments may unite of 'em: Here they all come.

to round my soul with one eternal anguish, if

wicked Leonora ben't my wife. Enter ALVAREZ, LEONORA, CARLOS, SANCHO,

Omnes. O Lord, O Lord, O Lord ! and JACINTA.

Leo. Why then, may all those curses pass him Alv. Well, Don Felix, have you prepared your by, and wrap me in their everlasting pains, if ever son? for mine, he's ready to engage.

once I had a fleeting thought of making him my Lor. And so is his. My wrongs prepare me husband. for a thousand combats. My hand has hitherto Lop. O Lord, O Lord, O Lord ! been held by the regard I've had to every thing Leo. Nay, more; to strike him dumb at once, of kin to Leonora ; but since the monstrous part and shew what men with honest looks can pracshe acts has driven her from my heart, I call tise, know, he's married to another. for reparation from her family.

Alo, and Fel. How ! Ald. You'll have it, sir : Camillo will attend Leo. The truth of this is known to some here. you instantly.

Jac. Nay, 'tis certainly so. Lop. O laek! O lack! will nobody do a little Isa. 'Tis to a friend of mine.


a woman.


Car. I know the person.

Lor. Ha Was it Camillo then, that I Lor. 'Tis false, and thou art a villain for thy Isa. It was Camillo who there made you haptestimony.

py; and who has virtue, beauty, wit, and love Cam. Then let me speak. What they aver is -enough to make you so, while life shall last true, and I myself was, in disguise, a witness of you. its doiny.

Lor. The proof she gives me of her love deLor. Death and confusion ! He a villain too! serves a large acknowledgment indeed. Forgive Have at thy heart.

[He draws. me, therefore, Leonora, if what I owe this goodLop. Ah! I cann't bear the sight on't. ness and these charms, I, with my utmost care,

Cam. Put up that furious thing ; there's no bu- my life, my soul, endeavour to repay. siness for't.

Cum. Is it then possible you can forgive me? Lor. There's business for a dagger, stripling ; Lor. Indeed I can: few crimes have such a 'tis that should be thy recompence.

claim to mercy; but join with me then, dear CamilCam. Why then, to shew thee naked to the lo, (for still I know you by no other name ;) join world, and close thy mouth for ever-I am with me to obtain your father's pardon: Yours, myself thy wife.

Leonora, too, I must implore; and yours, my Lor. What does the dog mean?

friend, for now we may be such. (To Carlos.] Cam. To fall upon the earth and sue for mer- Of all I ask forgiveness. And since there is so су. [Kneels, and lets her periwig fall off fair a cause of all my wild mistakes, I hope I, by Lor. A woman !

her interest, shall obtain it. Lop. Ay-cod, and a pretty one too, you

Alo. You have a claim to mine, Lorenzo; I wags you:

wish I had so strong a one to yours; but if by fuLor. I'm all amazement. Rise, Camillo, (if I ture services (though I lay down my life amongst am still to call you by that name,) and let me 'em) I may blot out of your remembrance a fault, hear the wonders you have for me.

(I cannot name,) I then shall leave the world in Isa. That part her modesty will ask from me. peace. I'm to inform you then, that this disguise hides Lor. In peace then, sir, enjoy it; for from this other mysteries besides a woman: a large and very hour, whate'er is past with me, is gone for fair estate was covered by it, which, with the la- ever. Your daughter is too fair a mediatrix to dy, now will be resigned to you. 'Tis true, in be refused his pardon, to whom she owes the justice it was yours before; but 'tis the god of charms she pleads with for it. love has done you right. To him you owe this strange discovery; through him you are to know From this good day, then, let all discord cease; the true Camillo's dead, and that this fair adven. Let those to come be harmony and peace : turer is daughter to Alvarez.

Henceforth let all our diff'rent interests join; Lor. Incredible! but go on; let me hear more. Let fathers, lovers, friends, let all combine

Fel. She'll tell thee the rest herself, the next To make each other's days as blest as she will dark night she meets thee in the garden.







I'm thinking, now good husbands are so few, Restraint and custom share our inclination; To get one for my friend what I must do. You men can try, and run o'er half the nation. Camillo ventur'd hard, yet, at the worst,

We dare not, even to avoid reproach, She stole love's honey-nioon, and try'd her lover When you're at White's, peep out of hackneyfirst.

coach; Many poor damsels, if they dar'd to tell, Nor with a friend at night, our fame regarding, Have done as much, but have not ’scaped so well. With glass drawn up, drive 'bout Covent-Garden. 'Tis well the scenc's in Spain: thus, in the dark, If poor town-ladies steal in here, you rail, I should be loath to trust a London spark. Though like chaste nuns their modest looks they Some accident might, for a private reason,

veil; Silence a female all this acting season.

With this decorum, they can hardly gain Hard fate of woman! Any one wou'd vex To be thoughit virtuous, e'en in Drury-Lane. To think what odds you men have of our sex.


Though this you'll not allow, yet sure you may

Then sure Camillo's conduct you'll approve: A plot to snap you, in an honest way.

Wou'd you not do as much for one you love? In love affairs one scarce would spare a brother: Wedlock’s but a blind bargain at the best, All cheat; and married folks may keep a pother, You venture more sometimes, to be not half so But look as if they cheated one another.

blest. You may pretend our sex dissembles most, All, soon or late, that dangerous venture make, But of your truth none have much cause to boast : And some of you may make a worse mistake. You promise bravely, but, for all your storming, We find you're not so valiant at performing.








This play took birth from principles of truth,
To make amends for errors past, of youth.
A bard, that's now no more, in riper days,
Conscious reviewed the licence of his plays;
And though applause his wanton muse had fired,
Himself condemned what sensual minds admired.
At length he owned that plays should let you
Not only what you are, but ought to be:
Though vice was natural, 'twas never meant
The stage should shew it, but for punishment !
Warm with that thought, his muse once more

took flame,
Resolved to bring licentious life to shame.
Such was the piece his latest pen design’d,
But left no traces of his plan behind.

Luxuriant scenes, unprun'd, or half contrived ;
Yet through the mass his native fire survived:
Rough as rich ore, in mines the treasure lay,
Yet still 'twas rich, and forms at length a play,
In which the bold compiler boasts no merit,
But that his pains have saved your scenes of

spirit ;
Not scenes that would a noisy joy impart,
But such as hush the mind, and warm the heart.
From praise of hands no sure account he draws,
But fix'd attention is sincere applause.

If then (for hard you'll own the task) his art
Can to those embryon-scenes new life impart,
The living proudly would exclude his lays,
And to the buried bard resigns the praise.




WOMEN. Lord TowNLY, of a regular Life.

Lady TownLY, immoderate in her pursuit of Mr Manly, an Admirer of Lady Grace.

pleasures. Sir FRANCIS WRONGHEAD, a Country Gentle- Lady GRACE, Sister to Lord Townly, of exempla

ry virtue. Squire Richard, his Son, a mere Whelp. Lady WRONGHEAD, Wife to Sir Francis, inclined Count BASSET, a Gamester.

to be a fine Lady. John Moody, Servant to Sir Francis, an ho- Miss JENNY, her Daughter, pert and forward. nest Clown.

Mrs MOTHERLY, one that lets Lodgings.
MYRTILLA, her Niece, seduced by the Count.
Mrs Trusty, Lady Townly's Womun.

Masqueraders, Constable, Servants, &c.
The Scene, Lord Townly's House, and sometimes Sir Francis's Lodgings.

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