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5 are graciouſly pleaſed to condeſcend to his Requeſt : and 


Statute in that Behalf made and provided, for Us, Our Heirs, and 
Succeſſors, grant unto Him, the Kidd Lewis Theobald, his Executors, 
Adminiſtrators, and Aſſigns, Our Royal Licence, for the ſole Print. 
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and They ſhall think fit, for the Term of Fourteen Years, to be 
computed from the Date hereof; ſtrictly forbidding all our Subjects 
within our Kingdoms and Dominions, to Reprint the ſame, either 
in the like, or in any other Size, or Manner whatſoever; or to Im- 
port, Buy, Vend, Utter or Diſtribute” any Copies thereof, Reprint 
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Seals firſt had, and obtained; as they will anſwer the%ontrary a © 
their Peril: Whereof the Commiſſioners, and other Officers of 
our Cuſtoms, the Maſter, Warden, and Company of Stationers, 
are to take Notice, that the ſame may be entred in the Regiſter ot pri 
the ſaid Company, and that due Obedience be rendred thereunto. nt 
Given at Our Court at St. James's, the Fifth Day of December, 1727; 


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this piece ſhould be received into 
the Protection of ſuch a Patron 
And, I hope, Future Times, when 
they mean to pay Shakeſpeare the beſt 
Compliment, will remember to ſay, 
Mr. Dop1NGToON was that Friend 
to his Remains, which his own 
MEER ALTON was to his li vin 
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of our Patrons, that we can ge- 


nerally beſt promiſe Ourſelves the 
good Opinion of the Publick 
You are not only a diſtinguiſhd 


Friend of the Muſes, but moſt in- 


timarely allied to them: And from 
hence it is -I flatter Myſelf, that 
if You- ſhall think fit to pro 
nounce this Piece genuine, it wil 
ſilence the Cenſures of thoſe Unbe 
levers, who think it impoſſible. 


DEDICATION. 


Manuſcript of Shakeſpeare could ſo 
long have lain dormant; and who 
are blindly paying Me a greater 
Compliment than either They de- 
fon, or I can merit, while they can- 
not but confeſs Themſelves ' pleaſed, 
yet would fain inſinuate that they 
ire impoſed upon. 1 ſhould eſteem it 
ome Sort of Virtue, were I able to 
commit ſo agreeable a a Ce 17Þ 


But pardon Me, Sir, for a Di. 


greſſion that perverts the very Rule 


of Dedications. Ion, I have my 
Reaſons for it. As, SIR, your 
known Integrity, and Honour en- 
gages the warmeſt Wiſhes of all good 
Men for your Proſperity, fo your 
known Diſtinction in polite Letters, 
and your Senerous Encouragemen t 
of Thoſe who pretend to them, o- 
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ment, as Our own perſonal Intereſt, 
and as a good Omen, at leaſt, if not 
as the ſureſt Means of the future 
flouriſhing Condition of thoſe Hu. 
mane Arts amongſt us, which We 
profe eſs, and which You adorn. Burt 
neither Your Modeſty, nor my 
Inability will ſuffer me to enter upon] 
that Subject. Permit me therefore, 
SIR, to convert Paneg rick 1 into 4 
moſt ardent With, that You would 
look with a Tender Eye on this dear 
Relick, and that you would believe 
me, with the moſt unfeigned Zed 
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HE Succeſs, which this Play has met with from 
the Town in the Repreſentation, (to ſay nothing 
of the Reception it found from thoſe Great Judges, 

to whom | have had the Honour of communica- 

ting it in Manuſcript;) has almoſt made-the Pur- 
pole of a Preface unneceſlary : And therefore what 

I have to ſay, is deſign'd rather to wipe out a flying Objection Mm 

- To two, than to labour at proving it the Production of Shake- = 

Ipeare. It has been alledg'd as incredible, that ſuch a Curiofity = 
ſhould be ſtifled and loſt-to the World for- above a Century. 
To This my Anſwer is ſhort; that tho” it never till now made 
its Appearance on the Stage, yet one of the Manuſcript Copies, 
which J have, is of above Sixty Years Standing, in the Hand- 
writing of Mr. Downes, the famous Old Prompter; and, as I 
am credibly inform'd, was early in the Poſſeſſion of the cele- 
brated Mr. Bezterton, and by Him deſign'd to have been uſher'd 
into the World. What Accident prevented This Purpoſe of 
his, I do not pretend to know: Or thro' what hands it had ſuc- 


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ceſſively paſs'ꝰd before that Period of Time. There is a Tra- 1 
dition (which I have from the Noble Perſon, who ſupply'd me | 


with One of ee ee it was given by our Author, as a 
Preſent of Value, to a Natural Daughter of his, for whoſe Sake 
he wrote it, in the Time of his Retirement from the Stage. 
Two other Copies I have, (one of which I was glad to 1 — 

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chaſe at a very good Rate,) which may not, perhaps, be quite ſo 


Old as the Former; but One of Them is much more perfect, 
and has fewer Flaws and Interruptions in the Senſe. ” 


Another Objection has been ſtarted, (which would carry much 


more Weight with it, were it Fact;) that the Tale of this Play, 
being built upon à Novel in Don Quixot, Chronology is againſt 
Us, and Shakeſpeare could not be the Author. But it happens, 
that Don Qui xot was publiſh'd in the Year 1611, and Jhake- 


, gp did not dye till April 1616, a ſufficient Interval of Time 


or All that We want granted. 


Others again, to depreciate the Affair, as they thought, have 


been pleaſed to urge, that tho' the Play may have ſome Reſem- 


blances of Shakeſpeare, yet the Colouring, Diction, and Chara- 


Fers, come nearer to the Style and Manner of FLETCHER, 
This, I think, is far from deſerving any Anſwer; I ſubmit it 
o the Determination of better Judgments; tho' my Partiality 
or Shakeſpeare makes me wiſh, that Every Thing which is 
good, or pleaſing, in our Tongue, had been owing to his Pen. 
As to the Performance of the reſpective Ackors concern'd in 
this Play, my applauding It here would be altogether ſuper- 
fluous. The Publick has diſtinguiſh'd and given them a Praiſe, 
much beyond Any that can flow from my Pen. But I have 
ſome particular Acknowledgments to make to the Managers of 
portunity. | 8 „ „„ 
came to Them at this JunQure as an Editor, not an Au- 


zhor, and have met with ſo much Candout, and handſome 


Treatment from Them, that I am willing to believe, the 
Complaint, which has ſo commonly obtain'd, of their Diſte- 
gard and ill Behaviour to Writers, has been more ſeverely urg'd, 
than it is juſtly grounded. They muſt certainly be too good 
Judges of their own Intereſt, | not to know that a Theatre 
cannot always ſubſiſt on old Stock, bat that the Town 
requires Novelty at their Hands. On the other Hand, they 
muſt be ſo far Judges of their own Art and Profeſſion, as 
to know that all the Compoſitions, which are offer'd them, 
would never go down with Audiences of ſo nice and deli- 
cate a Taſte, as in this Age frequent the Fheatres. It would 
be very hard upon ſuch a Community, . where ſo many 
Intereſts are concern'd, and ſo much Merit in their Bufi- 
neſs allow'd, if they had not a Priviledge of refuſing ſome 
ctiide Pieces, too imperfect for the Entertainment of the Pub- 
lick I would not be thought to inferr, that they have ne. 
ver diſconrag'd what They 2 perhaps, afterwards wiſh they 
had receiv'd. They do not, I believe, ſet up for ſuch a oy 
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this Company, for which I am glad to embrace ſo fair an Op- 


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fant Infallibility. But if We do but fairly confider out of a- | 
dove Four Thonufand Plays extant, how ſmall a Number will | 
now ſtand the Teſt: if We do but conſider too, how often a | 
raw Performance has been extoll'd by the Partiality of private 
Friendſhip 3 and what a Clamour of Injury has been rais'd 
from that Quarter, upon ſuch Performance meeting 4 Repulſe; 
we may pretty eaſily account for the Grounds upon which they 
proceeded in diſcountenancing ſome Plays, and the harſh Things 
that are throw out upon their giving a R pulſe to others. 
But I ſhould beg Pardon for interfering in this Queſtion, in ! 
which I am properly neither, Party, nor N by am only l 
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And Spoken by Mr. WIL Ks. 7 


S in ſome Region, whis indulgent Skies 
Enrich the Soil, a thouſand Plants ariſe 
Frequent and boldz a thouſand. Landskips meet 
Our raviſht View, irregularly ſweet - 
Fe gaze, divided, now on Theſe, now Thoſe ; 
While All one beauteous Wilderneſs compoſe. 


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tons boaſt 

The glorious Birth, and, eager, Gras; who moſt © 
Shall celebrate his Verſe; for while we raiſe — 
Trophies of Fame to him, ourſelves we praiſe > 5 
Diſplay the Talents of a Britiſh Mind, 
Where All is great, free, open, unconſin d. 
Be it our Pride, to reach his daring Flight; 
And reliſh Beauties, he alone could write. 

Moſt modern Authors, fearful to aſpire, 


With Imitation cramp their genial Fire ; 
The well-ſchemed Plan keep ſtrict before their E Jes, 


Dwell on Proportions, trifling Decencies 
While noble Nature all neglefed lies. 


Nature, that claims Precedency of P lace, 


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PROLOGUE. 


Nature ſo intimately SHAKESPEARE knew, 
From her firſt Springs his Sentiments he drew 


Moft greatly wild they flow; and, when moſt wild, 00 | 


true. 

While Theſe, ſecure in what the Criticks teach, 
Of ſervile Laws ſtill dread the dangerous Breach; 
His vaſt, unbounded, Soul diſdain'd their Rule, 
Above the Precepts of the Pedant School ! 

Ob! could the Bard, reviſiting our Light, 
| Receive theſe Honours done his Shade To-night, 
How would he bleſs the Scene this Age diſplays, 
Tranſcending his Eliza's golden Days! 

When great AUuGusTUs fills the Britiſh Throne, 
And his Iov'd Conſort makes the Muſe her own, 
How *would he joy, to ſee fair. Merit's Claim 

Thus anſwer'd in his own reviving Fame! 

Hou cry with Pride « Oblivion I forgive; 
« This my laſt Child to lateſt Times thall live - 


« Loft to the World, well for the Birth it ſtay'd; 


To this auſpicious ra well delay'd. 


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Spoken by Mrs. O L DTI E L b. 


V 2 LL. Heaven defend us from theſe ancient Plays, 
Theſe Moral Bards of good Queen Beſs's Days! 
T; hey write from Virtue's Laws, and think no farther, 
But draw a Rape as dreadful as a Murther, 
You modern Wits, more deeply vers'd in Nature, 
Can tip the wink, to tell us, you know better ; 
As who ſbou d ſay—*© *Tis no ſuch killing Matter. 
eve heard old Stories told, and yet ne'er wonder d 
« Of many a Prude, that has endur d a Hundred: © 
& And Violante grieves, or we're miſtaken, . 
& Not, becauſe raviſht z, but becauſe — forſaken.— 

Had this been written to the modern Stage, 
Her Manners had been copy'd from the Age. 
Then, tho" ſhe had been once @ little wrong, 
She fill had had the Grace to ve held her Tongue; 
And after all, with downcaft Looks, been led 
Like any Virgin to the Bridal Bed. 
There, if the good Man queſtion'd her Mi if- doing, I 
She'd flop him ſhort— Pray, who made you ſo knowny' 
« hat, doubt my Virtue !— What's your baſe Intention: 


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all S:cures us from our Gothick Grandfires Crimes, =! 
Rapes, Magick, new Opinions, which before RT 
Have fill d our Chronicles, are now no more: | 42 PINE 
nd this reforming Age may juſtly boaſt, | 9 
Vat dreadful Sin Polygamy is loft. 1 . 
So far from multiplying Hives, tis known Po 
Oar Husbands find, they've Work enough with one, — 
Then, as for Rapes, thoſe dangerous days are paſs 3 
Our Dapper Sparks are ſeldom in ſuch haſte. 
In SHAKESPEARE's Age the Engliſh Touth inſpir'd, 


Liv'd, as they fought, by him and Beauty fir'd. 
'Tis yours to crown the Bard, whoſe Magick Strain 
loud charm the Heroes of that glorious Reign, 
Which humbled to the Duſt the Pride of Spain. 


Dramatis Perſonæ. 


| M E N; 
Duke . ET Mr. Corey. 
| Roderick, his Elder Son. Mr. Mills. 


Henriquez, his Younger Son. Mr. Wilks. 
Don Bernard, Father to Leonora. Mr. Harper. 


Camillo, Father to Julio. Mr. Griſin. 
Julio, in Love with Leonora. Mr. Booth. 
Citizen. Mr. Oates. | 

Maſter of the Flocks. Mr. Bridgwatrr WM 
Firſt Shepherd. 8 Mr. Norris. 
Second Shepherd. Mr. Ray. 


WOMEN. 


Leonora. = Mrs. Porter, 
Fiolante. | Mrs. Booth, 


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And would not leave it wither'd to thy Brow, 0 


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Who, with my Dakedoms, heirs my better Glories, 
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Or let the Scale of Love o'er-poize my Judgment. R 
| Like a fair Glaſs of Retroſpection, Thou By 
Keflect'ſt the Virtues of my early Youth; 
Making my old Blood mend its Pace with Tranſport: 
While fond Henriquez, thy irregular Brother, 8 
Sets the large Credit of his Name at Stake, 
A Truant to my Wiſhes, and his Birth. 
His Taints of Wildneſs hurt our nicer Honour, 

And call ſor ſwift Reclaim. . 
Roden..ĩ F [ truſt, my Brother 
Will, by the Vantage of his cooler Wiſdom, 
Eer- while redeem the hor Eſcapes of Vouth, 

And court Opinion with a golden Conduct. 
Date. Be Thou a Prophet in that kind N 
Bur I, by Fears weighing his unweigh'd Courſe, 
Interpret for the Future from the Paſt. 

And ſtrange 'Miſgiviags, why he hath of late 

By Importunity, and ſtrain'd Petition, 

Wreſted our Leave of Abſence. from the Court, 
Awake Suſpicion. Thou art inward with himz 
And, haply, from the boſom'd Truſt can'ſt ſhape wn 

Some formal Cauſe ro iqualify my. Doubts. 
* Rodger. Why he hath preſs'd this Abſence, Sin, 1 
know not; 19 2 

But have his Letters of a modern Date, N 0 
Wherein by Julio, good Camillo's Son. 5 re 
(Who, as he ſays, fhall follow hard upon; = BL 
And whom I with the growing Hour expect:) | ſo 
He doth ſollicit the Return of Gold 

To purchaſe certain Horſe, that like him well. 


SW owns” wat 


This Julio he encounter'd firſt in France, ni 
And lovingly commends him to my Favour; tt 
Withing, I would detain him ſome few Days,, tt 


To know the Value of his well-placed Truſt. ad te 


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Dule. O, do it, Roderick; and aſſay to mould him 
An honeſt Spy upon thy Brother's Riots. 
Make us acquainted when the Vouth arrives; 

We'll ſee this Julio, and he ſhall from Us 

Receive the ſecret Loan his Friend requires. 

Bring him to Court. 


SCENE H. Praſpect of a Village at a Diſtance. 


Enters Camillo with a Letter. 


Cam. How comes the Duke to take ſuch Notice of 
my Son, that he muſt needs have him in Court, and I 


muſt ſend him upon the View of his Letter? 


Horſemanſhip ! What Horſemanſhip has Julio? I think, 
he can no more but gallop a Hackney, . unleſs he practiſed 
Riding in France. It may be, he did fo; for he was 
there a good Continuance. But I have not heard him 
ſpeak much of his Horſemanſhip. That's no Mat- 
ter: if he be not a good Horſeman, all's one in ſuch 
a Caſe, he muſt bear. Princes are abſolute; they 
| may do what they will in any Thing, ſave what they 
cannot do. "FT 8 


Enters ] ulio. 


O, come on, Sir; read this Paper: no more Ado, but 
read it: It muft not be anſwer'd by my Hand, nor 


| yours, but, in Groſs, by your Perſon ; your ſole Per- 
ſon, Read aloud. | 15 
Jul. Pleaſe you, to let me firſt o' erlook it, Sir. 
Cam. I was this other day in a Spleen againſt your 
new Suits: I do now think, ſome Fate was the Taylour 
that hath fitted them: for, this Hour, they are for 


the Palace of the Duke. — Your Father's Houſe is 


too duſty, | 


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Jul. Hem !— to Court? Which is the better, to 
ſerve a Miſtreſs, or a Duke? I am ſued to be his Slave, 

and I ſue to be Leonora's. | [ Afide, 

Cam. You ſhall find your Horſemanſhip much pfraiſed 
there; Are you ſo good a Horſeman? "ag 
Jul. I have been, | 3 
E'er now, commended for my Seat, or mock'd. 
Cam. Take one Commendation with another, every 
Third's a Mock. — Affect not therefore to be praiſed, 
Here's a deal of Command and Entreaty mixt; there's 
no denying; you muſt go, peremptorily he inforce 
That. 85 
Jul. What Fortune ſoever my Going ſhall encoun- 
ter, cannot be good Fortune; What I part withal 
unſeaſons any other Goodneſs. Aldi. 
Cam. You muſt needs go; he rather conjures, than 
:1mportunes. , | 
Jul. No moving of my Love-Suit to him now! 
| | Aldi. 
Cam, Great Fortunes have grown out of leſs G 
Jul. What may her Father think of me, who ex. 
pets to be ſollicited this very Night? Aldi. 
Cam. Thoſe ſcatter'd Pieces of Virtue, which are 


in him, the Court will folder together, varniſh, and 


rectify. | 
Jul. He will ſurely think I deal too ſlightly, or un- 
mannerly, or fooliſhly, indeed; nay, diſhoneſtly; to 
bear him in hand with my Father's Conſent, who yet 
| hath not been touch'd with ſo much as a Requeſt to 
It. 2 
Cam. Well, Sir, have you read it over? 
Jul. Yes, Sir. „ | | 
Cam. And conſider'd it? 
Jul. As J can. | 
Cam. If you are courted by good Fortune, you mul 


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Cam. By any Means, and to morrow: Is it not 
there the Limit of his Requeſt? | | 

Jul. It is, Sir. 8 | 

Cam. I mutt bethink me of ſome Neceſſaries, with- 
our which you might be unfurniſh'd : And my Sup- 
plies ſhall at all Convenience follow You. Come to 
my Cloſer by and by; I would there ſpeak with You. 


[ Exit Camillo, 
Manet Julio ſolus. 


Jul. I do not ſee that Fervour in the Maid, 
Which Vouth and Love ſhould kindle. She conſents, 
As *rwere to feed without an Appetite; 
Tells me, She is content; and plays the Coy one, 
Like Thoſe that ſubtly make their Words their Ward, 
Keeping Addreſs at Diſtance. This Affection 
Is ſuch a feign'd One, as will break untouch'd; 
Dye froſty, e'er it can be thaw'd; while mine, 
Like to a Clime beneath Hyperion's Eye, 
Burns with one conſtant Heat. I'll ſtrait go to her; 
Pray her to regard my Honour: but She greets me.— 


Enter Leonora, and Maid. 


dee, how her Beauty doth inrich the Place! 
O, add the Muſick of thy charming Tongue, 
Sweet as the Lark that wakens up the Morn, 
And make me think it Paradiſe indeed. 

was about to ſeek thee, Leonora, 

und chide thy Coldneſs, Love. 


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Leon, — — What ſays your Father? 
Jul. T have not mov'd him yet. 
Leon. Then do not, Julio. 


Jul. Not move him? Was it not your own Command, 

hat his Conſent ſhould ratify our Loves? 

0. Aw. it was: but now. I've chang'd my 
ind. | 

Lou purchaſe at too dear a Rate, that puts You 

Lo wooe me and your Father too: Beſides, | 

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Out of your Fancy Then, you know, *twill prove 
My Shame and Sorrow, meeting ſuch Repulſe, 
To wear the Willow in my Prime of Youth. 
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Venus will frown if you difprize her Gifts, N 
That have a Face would make a frozen Hermit \ 
Leap from his Cell, and barn his Beads to Kiſs it; F 
Eyes, that are nothing but continaal Births __ v 
Of new Defires in Thoſe that view their Beams. N 
| You cannot have a Cauſe ro doubt. ( 
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When you that dare not chufe without your Father, 8 
N And, where you love, you dare not vouch it; muſt nor, N T 
| Though you have Eyes, ſee wirh 'em; — can I, chink WM I 
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1 Sit down content to ſay, You would, but dare not? 4 
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. Lou deal unkindly ; mis-becomingly, | 
| I'm loth to ſay: For All that waits on you, 
| Is graced, and graces. No Impediment 
| Shall bar my W ithes, but ſuch grave Delays gt. 
1 As Reafon preſſes Patience witch; which blunt not, 7. 
i| Bur rather whet our Loves. Be patient, Sweet. O! 
# Leon Patient! What elſe? My Flames are in the Fim L. 
iN Haply, to loſe a Husband I may weepz _ | 80 
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[i T now ;perceive. too plain, you cate not for me. W 
> Duke, I obey thy Summons, be its Tenour _ M. 
| 1 | Whate'er it will: If War, I.come thy Souldicr: | MW Th 
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The Slave of Faſhion, I with willing Soul 

Embrace the lazy Baniſhment for Life; 

Since Leonora has pronounc'd my Doom. | 
Leon. What do you mean? Why talk you of the 
Dake? 

Wherefore of War, or Court, or Baniſhment? 
Jul. How this new Note is grown of me, I know 

not; | 

But the Duke writes for Me. Coming ro move 

My Father in our Bus'neſs, I did find him 

Reading this Letter; whoſe Contents require 

My inſtant Service, and Repair to Court. 

Leon. Now I perceive the Birth of theſe Delays; 

| Why Leonora was not worth your Suit. 
Repair to Court? Ay, there'you-ſhali, perhaps, 
(Rather, paſt Doubt ;) behold ſome choicer Beauty, 
Rich in her Charms, train'd to the Arts of Soothing, 
Shall prompt you to a Spirit of Hardineſs, 

To fay, So pleaſe you, Father, I have choſen 
This Miſtreſs for my own. ch 

Jul. — - Still you miſtake me: 

Ever your Servant I profeſs my ſelf; 

And will not blot me with a Change, for all 
That Sea and Land inherit. 

Leon. But when go you? 
Jul. kt, morrow, Love; ſo runs the Duke's Com- 
mand z | ; 

Stinting our Farewell-kiſſes, cutting off 

The Forms of Parting, and the Interchange 

Of thouſand precious Vows, with Haſte too rude. 

Lovers have Things of Moment to debate, 

More than a Prince, or dreaming Stateſman, know: 

ouch Ceremonies wait on Cupid's Throne. 

Why heav'd that Sigh ? | , 
Leon. O Julio, let me whiſper 

What, but for Parting, I ſhould bluſh to tell thee: 

My Heart beats thick with Fears, leſt the gay Scene, 

The Splendors of a Court, ſhould from thy Breaſt | 

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* DovBLrE FALSHOOD; or, 


Baniſh my Image, kill my Int'reſt in thee, 
And TI be left, the Scoff of Maids, to drop 
A Widow's Tear for thy departed Faith. _ 
Ful. O let Aſſurance, ſtrong as Words can bind, 
Tell thy pleas'd Soul, I will be wond'rous faithful; 
True, as the Sun is to his Race of Light, 


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As Shade to Darkneſs, as Deſire to Beauty: 


And when I ſwerve, ler Wretchedneſs o'ertake me, 
Great as cer Falſhood met, or Change can merit. 
Leon. Enough; I'm ſatisfied: and will remain 


Yours, with a firm and untir'd Conſtancy. 


Make not your Abſence long: Old Men are wav'ring; 
And ſway'd by Int'reſt more than Promiſe giv'n. 
Should tome freſh Offer ſtart, when you're away, 
I may be preſt to Something, which muſt put 
My Faith, or my Obedience, to the Rack. 

Jul. Fear not, but I with ſwifteſt Wing of Time 
Will labour my Return. And in my Ablence, 
My noble Friend, and now our honour'd Gueſt, 
The Lord Henriquez, will in my behalf | 


Hang at your Father's Ear, and with kind Hints, 


Pour'd from a friendly Tongue, ſecure my Claim; 
And play the Lover for thy abſent Julio. 


Leon. Is there no Inſtance of a Friend turn'd falle? 
Take Heed of That : No Love by Proxy, Julio. 
My Father — _ : OR 


Enters Don Bernard. 


D. Bern. What, Julio, in publick? This Wooeing is 
too urgent. Is your Father yet moved in the Suit, 


who muſt be the prime Unfolder of this Buſineſs? 


Jul. J have not yet, indeed, at full poſſeſs'd 
My Father, whom it is my Service follows; 
But only that I have a Wife in Chaſe. 
D. Bern. Chaſe! Let Chaſe alone: No Mat- 
ter for That. You may halt after her, whom 


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The Dis TREsT LOVERS 59 


unleſs your Father let you flip. —— Briefly, I defire 
you, (for ſhe tells me, my Inſtructions ſhall be both 
Eyes and Feet to her;) no farther to inſiſt in your Re- 
quiring, *rill, as I have formerly ſaid, Camillo make 
known to Me, that his good Liking goes along with 
Us; which but once breath'd, all is done; 'till when, 
the Buſineſs has no Life, and cannot find a Begin- 


ning. a 
2 Sir, I will know his Mind, e'er I taſte Sleep: 
At Morn, you ſhall be learn'd in his Deſire. | 

I take my Leave.- O virtuous Leonora, 
Repoſe, ſweet as thy Beauties, ſeal thy Eyes; 

Once more, adieu. I have thy Promiſe, Love; | 
Remember, and be faithful. | [ Ex. Julio. 

D. Bern. His Father is as unſettled, as he is way- 
ward, in his Diſpoſition. If I thought young Julio's 
Tcmper were not mended by the Mettal of his Mo- 
ther, I ſhould be ſomething crazy in giving my Con- 
ſent to this Match: And, to tell you true, if my Eyes 
might be the Directors to your Mind, I could in this 
Town look upon Twenty Men of more delicate Choice. 
I ſpeak not This altogether to unbend your àAffections 
to him: But the Meaning of what I ſay is, that you 
fer ſuch Price upon yourſelf to him, as Many, and much 
his Betters, would buy you at; (and reckon thoſe. Vir- 
tues in you at the rate of their Scarcity;) to which if 
he come not up, you remain for a berter Marr. 

Leon. My Obedience, Sir, is chain'd to your Ad- 
Vice. 

D. Bern. Tis well ſaid, and wiſely. I fear, your 
Lover is a little Folly-tainted z which, ſhortly after it 
proves fo, you will repent. | 

Leon. Sir, J confeſs, I approve him of all the Men 
I know ; but that Approbation is nothing, till ſeaſon'd 
by your Conſent. © | 

D. Bern. We' ſhall hear ſoon what his Father will 
do, and ſo proceed accordingly. I have no great Heart 
to the Buſineſs, neither will I with any Violence g, 

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Conjunctions, and theſe” s an End. * haſte We 


1 ee Girl. CEveamt, 


8 C EN E II. 
Enter Henriques, and Servants with Lights. 


7” "Wy Bear the Lights cloſe : W here is the 
Muſick, . Sirs ? ; 
Serv. Coming, my Lord. _ 

Henr. Let = not come too near. This Maid, 
For whom my 151 ride on the Night's chill Vabou, 
Is born 6g font! , tho' ſhe be as fair 
As Nature's richeſt Mould and Skill can make her, 
Mended with ſtrong {magination. 

But what of That? Th' Obſcureneſs of her Birth 

Cannot eclipſe the Luſtre of her Eyes, 

Which make her all One iel. 

Maſters; 

But touch the Strings with a — Softneſs; 

Teach Sound to languiſh thro' the Night's dull Ear, 

Till Melancholy ſtart from her lazy Couch, 

And Carcleſsneis grow Convert to Attention. 
LMuſicl plays, 

She drives me into Wonder, when I ſomerimes 


Strike up, my 


Hear her diſcourſe; The Courr, whereof Report, 


And Gueſs alone inform her, ſhe will rave at, 
As if ſhe there ſev'n Reigns had ſlinder'd Time. 
Then, when ſhe reaſons on her Country State, 


Health, Virtue, Plainneſs, and Simplicity, 
On ie true in Title, ſcorning Art, 


Freedom as well to do, as think, what's good; 

My Heart grows fick of Birth and empty ak 

And become a Villager in Wiſh. 

"Op on; —.— She ilceps too ſound : oe ſtill 
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A Gleam of Day breaks fudden from her Window: 
O Taper, graced by thar midnight Hand! 
Volante appears above at her Window: - 
Viol. Who is't, that wooes at this late Hour? What 
are you? | Bi 
Henr. One, who for your dear Saxe 
Viol. Warches the ſtarleſs Night! 
My Lord Henuriquex, or my Ear deceives me. 
You've had my Anfwer, and 'tis more than ſtrange 
You'll combar theſe Repulfes. Good my Lord, 
Be Friend to your own Health; and give me Leave, 
Securing my poor Fame, nothing to piry 25 
What Pangs you ſwear you fuffer. Tis impoſſible 
To plant your choice Affections in my Shade, | 
At leaſt, for them ro grow there. 

Benr. - =—— Why, YVidlame? 
Viol. Alas! Sir, there ate Reaſons numberteſs © 
To bar your Aims. Be warn'd to Hours more wholeſom; 

For, Theſe you watch in vain. I have read Stories, 

(I fear, too true ones;) how young Lords, like you, 

Have thus beſung mean Windows, rhymed their Sus 
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Ev'n to th*Abuſe of Things Divine, fer up 
Plain Girls, like me, the Idols of their Worſhip, 
Then left them fo bewail their eaſie Faith, 
And ſtand the World's Comempt. 
Henr. — -———— Your Memory, 
Too faithful to the Wrongs of few loſt Maids, 
Makes Fear too general. 5 
Viol. Let us be homely, 
And let us too be chaſt, doing you Lords no Wrong; 
But crediting your Oaths with ſuch a Spirit, | 
As you profels them: ſo no Party truſted 
Shall make a loſing Bargain. Home, my Lord, 
What you can ſay, is moſt unſeaſonable; what ſing, a 
Moſt abſonant and harſh : Nay, your Perfume, | 1 
Which I ſmell hither, cheers not my Senſe | 
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Thivg their Bramble. Bur 1 wrong 


That which I am preſerving, my Maid's Name, 


To hold ſo long Diſcourſe. Your Virtues guide you 
T'effect ſome nobler Purpoſe ! [Ex. Violante. 
Hur. Stay, bright Maid! 1 5 


then? 


The Digni 


And laugh'd at by the Wiſe, as meer Out ſide. 


Come back, and leave me with a fairer Hope. | 
She's gone: Who am IJ, that am thus contemn'd? 
'Theiſecond 


Son to a Prince? — Yes; well; What 


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Why, your great Birth forbids you to deſcend 
To a low Alliance: Her's is the ſelf-ſame Stuff, 
Whereof we Dukes are made; but Clay more pure! 
And take away my Title, which is acquir'd 

Not by my ſelf, but thrown by Fortune on Me, 
the Merit of ſome Anceſtour 

Quality, She doth inherit 

Deſerts routweigh me, — I muſt ſtoop to gain her; 
Throw all my gay Compariſons aſide, 

And turn my proud Additions out of Service, 
Rather than keep them to become my Maſters. 


ties we wear, are Gifts of Pride 


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End of the Firft All 


ACT H. scENE I. 
SCENE, The Proſpect of a Village. 


Enter Fabian and Lopez; Henriquez on the Oppoſite Side. 


Lop. 88 ſoft you, Neighbour; who comes 
here? Pray you, flink aſide. 
Henr. Ha! Is it come to this? Oh the Devil, the 
Devil, the Devil! = 1 
Fab. Lo you now! for Want of the diſcreet Ladle 
of a cool Baer danding, will this Fellow's Brains 
boil over. | 
Henr. To have enjoy'd her, I would have given — 
What? 
All that at preſent I could boaſt my own, 
And the Reverſion of the World to boot, 
Had the Inheritance been mine: — And now, 
(Juſt Doom of guilty Joys !) I grieve as much 
Thar I have rifled all the Stores of Beauty, 
Thoſe Charms of Innocence and artleſs Love, 
As juſt before I was devour'd with Sorrow, 
That ſhe refus'd my Vows, and ſhut the Door 
Upon my ardent Longings. FD 
Lop. Love! Love! Downright Love! I ſee by 
the Fooliſhneſs of it. 
Henr. Now then to Recollection —— Was't not ſo? 
A Promiſe firſt of Marriage Not a Promiſe only, 


for *rwas bound with Surety of a thouſand Oaths z — 
and thoſe not lighr ones neither. — Yet I remember 
too, thoſe Oaths could not prevail; th' unprafis'd 
Maid trembled to meet my Love: By Force alone I 

| . 9 {narch'd 


= 14 Dovre FalsH00D; , 


ſnarch'd th imperfect Joy, which now torments my 
lemory. Not Love, but brutal Violence prevai'd; 
to which the Time, and Place, and Opportunity, 
were Acceffaries moſt dfhonourable. Shame, Shame 
ait! . 
Pag, Y hat a Heap of Stuff's this — I fancy, this 
Fellow's Head would make a good Pedlar's Pack, Neigh- 
bour. e Sos | 
Hear. Hold, let me be ſevere to my Self, but not 
unjuſt. Was it a Rape then? No. Her Shricks, 
ber Exclamations then had drove me from her. True, 
ſhe did not conſent; as true, ſhe did reſiſt; but ſtill 
in Silence all. —— 1 Was but the Coyneſs of a Mo- | 
deft Bride, not the Reſentment of a raviſht Maid. 
Aud is the Man yet born, who would not riſque- the 
Guilt, to meet the Joy? The Guilt! that's true 
but then the Dangers the Tears, the Clamours of 
the ruin'd Maid, purſuing me ro Court. That, that, 6 
T fear will (as it already does my Conſcience) ſome- 1 
thing ſhatter my Honour. What's to be done? But 
now I have no Choice. Fair Leonora reigns. confeſt the Y 
Tyrant Queen of my revolted Heart, and  /zolewt 
ſeems a ſhort Uſurper there. Julio's already by my 
Arts remov'd. —— O Friendſhip, how wilt thou ab- 
ſwer That? Ob, chat a Man could reaſon down this 
Feaver of the Blood, or ſooth with Words the To- 
mult in his Heart! Then, Julio, 1 might be, indeed, 
thy Friend. They, they only ſhould condemn me, who 


born devoid of Paſſion ne'cr have prov'd the fietet Bi I « 
Diſputes *twixt Virtue and Deſire. While they, vo Di 
ere Bu 
The looſe Eſcapes of youthful Nature known. ( 
Mauſt wink at mine, indulgent to their own. mai 
"© 5 . F | [Ext Henrigqut. | the 
Top. This Man is certainly mad, and may be ml | 
_ chievous. - Priythee, Neighbour, let's follow bim: } 


but at ſome Diſtance, for fear of TY work, . Fl 
F . LExeunt, ae Hen, 


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me Drs TREST LOVERS. 15 


a» E N E I, An Apartment. 


© Enters Violante alone. : 
Viol. Whom ſhall I look upon without a'Bluſh? 

There's not a Maid, whoſe Eye with Virgin Gaze 
Pierces not to my Guilt. What will't avail me, 
To ſay 4 was not willing 
Nothing; but that I publiſh my Diſhonour, 
And wound my Fame anew. — O Miſery, 
To ſeem to all one's Neighbours rich, yet know 
One's Self neceſſitous and wretched. 


Enter Maid, and afterwards Gerald with a Letter. 


Maid. Madam, here's Gerald, Lord Henrigueꝝ Ser- 
vant; 

He brings a Letter to you. 

Viol. A Letter to me! How I tremble now! 

Your Lord's for Court, good Gerald, is he not? 
Ger. Not ſo, Lady. | 3 
Viol. O my preſaging Heart! When goes he then? 
Ger. His Buſineſs now ſteers him ſome other Courſe. 

Viol. Whither, I pray you? — How my Fears tor- 

ment me · ( | [ 
Ger. Some two Months Progreſs. 
Viol. —— —— W hither, whither, Sir, 

I do beſeech you? Good Heav*ns, I loſe all Patience. 

bDid he deliberate this? or was the Buſineſs 

Bur then conceiv'd, when ir was born? ; 

| Ger, Lady, I know not That; nor is it in the Com- 
mand I have to wait your Anſwer. For the peruſing 
the Letter I commend you to your Leiſure. 

„ [ Exit Gerald. 

Viol. To Hearts like mine Suſpence is Miſery. 
Wax, render up thy Truſt: Be the Contents 

tolp'rous, or fatal, they are all my Due. 
Reads. ] 


1 DoyBLE FALSHO OD; of, 


Reads.] Our Prudence ſhould now teach us to forgy 

| __. what our Indiſcretion has. committed. 7 
bade alrtady made ons Step towards this 
Wiſdom, by prevailing on Myſelf to bid you 


: | | Farewell. 
O, Wretched and betray d! Loſt. Volante? 
Heatr-wounded with a thouſand perjur'd Vows, 

Poiſon'd with ſtudied Language, and bequeath'd 
To Deſperation. I am now become 5 
The Tomb of my own Honour: a dark Manſion, 

For Death alone to dwell in. I invite thee, 
Conſuming Deſolation, to this Temple, 

Now fit to be thy Spoil: the ruin'd F abrick, 
Which cannot be repair'd, at once o' er- throw. 
What muſt I do? 
Thought: 115 
I will commend to Hazard all the Tine 
That I ſhall ſpend hereafter: Farewel, my Father, 
Whom T'il no more offend: and Men, adieu, 

W hom I'll no more believe: and Maids, adieu, 

Whom I'll no longer ſhame. The Way I go, 

As yet I know not. — Sorrow be my Guide. 


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SCENE Ill. Proſped? of a Village, befir 
Don Bernard's Houſe, 


. . Enters Henriquez. © 


Henr. Where were the Eyes, the Voice, the vr 

„ _--rious Charms, 3 . 

Each beauteous Particle, each nameleſs Grace, 
Parents of glowing Love? All Theſe in Her, 

It ſeems, were not: but a Diſeaſe in Me, 

That fancied Graces in her. Who ne'er beheld 
More than a Hawthorne, ſhall have Cauſe to ſay 
The Cedar's a tall Tree; and ſcorn the Shade, 


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But That's not worth my 


Exit Violante, 


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| To Volante firſt, and now ro Julio, : gry 


Bur cold as Dews that dwell on Morning Flow'rs! 


„ 


The Dres Nor- Leyps 8.5 | 17 / 
The 1ov'd Ba o1ce'bad laat him: "Soft! mine Ho- 


nour 

Begins to ſicken in this black Reflection, 
How can it be, that with my Honour ſafe 
I ſhould purſue Leonor for my Wife? 
That were accumulating Injuries, 


To her a perjur'd Wretch, to him peridious;z _ 
And to myſelf in ſtrongeſt Terms ul 

Of murth'ring Honour wilfally, without which. 
My Dog's the Creature of the nobler Kind, —— - 
But Pleaſure is too ſtrong for Reaſon's Curb; 


And Conſcience finks 0 er- power d with Beauty; s 
Sweets. 


Come, Leonora, Alxbrecz of my Crime, 
Appear, and vindicate thy Empire here; 


Aid me to drive this ling ring Honour henee, 
Aud Tam wholly rhine. | 


Enter 10 bim, Don Bernard aud Leonora. 


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D. Bern. Boe: my good Lord; z why would you wait 
without? 

If you ſuſpect your Welcome, 1 have brought 
My Leonora to aſſure you of it. ¶ Henr.ſalutes Leon. 
Henr. O Kiſs, ſweet as the Odours of the Spring, 


Say, Leonora, has your Father conquer d? 
Shall Duty then ar laſt obtain the N | 
Which you refus'd to Love? And ſhall Heriguez 
Owe all his Happineſs to good Bernardo: 
Ah! no; I read my Ruin in your Eyes: 
That Sorrow, louder than a thouſand Tongues, 
Pronounces my Deſpair. 

ern. Come, | WR 
You are not now to learn, this noble Lord, 
(Whom but to name, reſtores my failing Age,) 
Has with a: Lover' s Eye ad your Beauty; 


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Of this high Honour: Once there was a Time, 


back again. Thou, like a fimple Wench, haſt giventhy 


| Time enough to marry, when I'm turn'd out of it. 


e 

It offers Joy and Happineſs to You, 

And Honour to our Houſe. Imagine then 

The Birth and Qualities of him that loves you; 

Which when you know, you cannot rate too dear. 
Leon. My Father, on my Knees I do beſeech you 

To pauſe one Moment on your Daughter's Ruin. 

I vow, my Heart ev'n bleeds, that I muſt thank you 

For your paſt Tenderneſs; and yer diſtruſt 

That which is yet behind. Conſider, Sir, 

Whoe'er's th' Occafion of another's Fault, 

Cannot himſelf be innocent. O, give not 

The cenſuring World Occaſion to reproach 

Your harſh Commands; or to my Charge lay That 

Which moſt J fear, the Fault of Diſobedience. 

D. Bern. Pr'ythee, fear neither the One, nor the O-. 
ther: I rell thee, Girl, there's more Fear than Dan- 
ger. For my own part, as ſoon as Thou art married 
to this noble Lord, my Fears will be over. 

Leon. Sir, I ſhould be the vaineſt of my Sex, 
Not to eſteem myſelf unworthy far 


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When to have heard my Lord Henrique Vows, 
Might have ſubdued my unexperienc'd Heart, 
And made me wholly. his. — But That's now paſt: 
And my firm-plighted Faith by your Conſent - | 
Was long ſince given to the injur'd Julio. 

D. Bern. Why then, by my. Conſent e'en take it 


Affections to a Fellow, that does not care a Farthing 
for them. One, that has left thee for a Jaunt to 
Court; as who ſhould ſay, I'll get a Place now; ti 


Henr. So, ſurely, it ſhould ſeem, moſt lovely Maid; 
Tae; alas, feels nothing of my Paſſion: { 

is Loye is but th* Amuſement of an Hour, 
A ſhort Relief from Buſineſs, or Ambition, 


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The DisTREsT LOVERS. 19 


The Sport of Youth, and Faſhion of the ge. 
O! had he known the Hopes, the Doubts, the Ar- 
dours, FE 
Or half the fond Varieties of Paſſion, 
That play the Tyrant with my tortur'd Soul; 
He had not left Thee to purſue his Fortune: 
To practiſe Cringes in a ſlaviſn Circle, 
And barter real Bliſs for unſure Honour. 
Leon. Oh, the oppoſing Wind, lf 
Should'ring the Tide, makes here a fearful Billow : 
I needs muſt periſh in it—— Oh, my Lord, 
Is it then poſſible, you can forget | : 
What's due to your great Name, and princely Birth, 
To Friendſhip's holy Law, to Faith repos'd, | 
To Truth, to Honour, and poor injur'd Julio? 
O think, my Lord, how much this Julio loves you; 
Recall his Services, his well-try'd Faith; 
Think too, this very Hour, where-e'er he be, 
Your Favour is the Envy of the Court, 
And ſecret Triumph of his grateful Heart. 
Poor Julio, how ſecurely thou depend'ſt 
Upon the Faith and Honour of thy Maſter 
Miſtaken Youth ! this very Hour he robs thee 
Of all thy Heart holds dear.— Tis fo Heuriqueꝝ 
Repays the Merits of unhappy Julio. [ HYPeeps. 
Henr. My flumb'ring Honour catches the Alarm. 
I was to blame to parley with her thus: 3 
Sh'as ſhown me to myſelf. It troubles me. [ 4/de.\ 
D. Bern. Mad; Mad. Stark mad, by this Light. 
Leon. I but begin to be fo. — I conjure you, 
By all the tender Intereſts of Nature, 
By the chaſte Love 'twixt you, and my dear Mother, 
(0 boly Heav'n, that ſhe were living now!) 
orgive and pity me.— Oh, Sir, remember, | 
I've heard my Mother ſay a thouſand Times, 
Her Father would have forced her Virgin Choice; 
But when the Conflict was *twixt Love and Duty, 
Which ſhould be firſt * my Mother om. 4 
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Paid up her Vows to. Love, and married You. - 
You, thought this well, and he was praifed for This, 
For this her Name was honour'd, Diſobedience 

Was ne'er imputed to her, ber firm Love 
Conquer'd whate er oppos d it, and ſnhe proſper d 


Long Time your Wife. My Caſe is now the ſame; 
You are the Father, which You then condemn'd; 
IJ, what my Mother was; bur not fo happy— 
D. Bern. Go to, you're à Fool. No doubt, You 
have old Stories enough to undo you. — What, you 
can't throw yourſelf away but by Precedent, ha !— 
"You will needs be married to One, that will None of 
You?. You will be happy no Body's way but your 
own, forſooth. Bur, d'ye mark me, ſpare your 
Tongue for the future; (and That's uſing you hardly 
too,. to bid you ſpare what you have a great deal too 
much of:) Go, go your ways, and d'ye. hear, get 
ready within theſe Two days to be married to a Hub 
band you don't deſerve; — Do it, or, by my dead Fa- 
ther's Soul, you are no Acquaintance of mine. 
Henr. She weeps: Be gentler to her, good Bernard. 
Leon. Then Woe the Day. — I'm circled round 
r 1 
No Way for my Eſcape, but thro' the Flames. 
Oh, can I c'er reſolve ro live without 
A Father's Bleſſing, or abandon Julio? 
With other Maids, the Choice were not ſo hard; 
Int'reſt, chat rules the World, has made at laſt 
A Merchandize of Hearts: and Virgins now 
Chaſe as they're bid, and wed without Eſteem. 
By nobler Springs. thall my Affections move 
Nor own a Maſter, but the Man I love. 
D. Bern. Go thy ways, Contradi&ion. — Follov 
her, my Lord; follow her, in the very Heat. Thi 
Obſtinacy muſt be combated by Importunity as obſli 
nate. [Exit Henriquez after Th 
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The Dos TREST LOVERS. ar 

The Girl ays right; her Mother was juſt ſuch A- 
nother. I remember, Two of Us courted her at the 
ſame Time. She odd neither of Us, but She choſe 
me purely to ſpight that ſurly Old Blockhead my Fa- 


ther- in- Law. Who comes here, Camillo? Now the 
refuſing Part will 1 lie on my Side. 


| Enters Cami! lo. 


bb My vonly Neighbour, I am much in For- 
tunes Fayour to find You thus alone. I have a Suit 
to Lou. ; 

H. Bern. Pleaſe to name it, Sir. 

Cam. Sir, I have long held You in fi ogular Eſteem; - 
and what 1 ſhall now ſay, will be a Proof of it. 1 
Tuo, Sir, I have but one 8on. 1 

D. Bern. Ay, Sir. 4 

Cam. And the Fortune I am bleſt wrehill, You bre 
ty well know what it is. 

D. Bern. Tis a fair One, Sir. 

Cam. Such as it is, the whole Reverſion is my Son's; 
He is now engaged in his Attendance on our Maſter, 
the Duke, But e'er he went, he left with me the 
Secret of his Heart, his Love for your fair Daughter. 
For your Conſent, he ſaid, t was ready: I took a 
Night, indeed, to think upon it, and now have brought 
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Bernard? 


D. Benn. Not mo 


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ck'd, good Camillo, not mock d: 


Bur in Love - matters, you know, there are Abundance 
of Changes in half an Hour. Time, Time, Neigh- 


bour, plays Tricks with all of us. 
Cam. Time, -Sir ! 
Come, 1 fce how this 


What tell 


you me of Time? 
goes. Can a little Time take 


a Man by the Shoulder, and ſhake off his Honour? 
Let me tell you, Neighbour, it muſt either be a ſtrong 
y mellow Honeſty that drops fo cafily, 


Wind, .or a ver 
Time, quoth'a? 


D. Bern. Look'ee, Camillo; wi 
Indignation in your Pocket for half a Moment, while 
J tell you the whole Truth of the Matter. My Daugh- 
ter, you muſt know, is ſuch a tender Soul, ſhe. can- 
not poſſibly ſee a Duke's younger Son without falling 


deſperately 


l you pleaſe to put your 


in Love with him, Now, you know, 


Neighbour, when Greatneſs rides Poſt. after a Man 
of my Years, tis both Prudence, and good Breeding, 
to ler one's ſelf be overtaken: by it. And who can 


help all This? I 
our. 


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Cam. I 


profeſs, it was not my ſeeking, Neigb- 


profeſs, a Fox might earth in the Hollow- 


neſs of your Heart, Neighbour, and there's. an End. 
If were to give a bad Conſcience its true Likeneſs, 
it ſhould be drawn after a very near Neighbour. to a 


certain poor Nei 


with a Pox. 


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Cam. Sir, if I muſt 


D. Bern. N ay, 
will hear Nothing. 


ghbour of yours, 3 Neighbour ! 
you are ſo. nimble with me, you 


ſpeak Nothing, I will hear Nothing, 


As for what you have to ſay, if it comes from your Heart, 
tis a Lye before you ſpeak it. — I'll to Leonora; and if 
find her in the {ame Story, why, I ſhall believe your 
Wite was true to You, and your Daughter i 


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own. Fare you well. [ Exit, as into D.Bernard's 
be: | 1 | D. 


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| The DisTREST LOVERS, 23 
D. Bern. Ay, but two Words muſt go to that Bar- 
gain. It happens, that I am at preſent of Opinion 
my Daughter ſhall receive no more Company to day 
at leaſt, no ſuch Viſits as yours. 
Exit D. Bernard, following him 
SCENE IV. Changes to another Proſpett 
of Don Bernard's Houſe. | 


I 


Leonora, above. 


Leon. How tediouſly I've waited dt the Window, 

Vet know not One that paſſes.— Should I truſt 

My Letter to a Stranger, whom I think : 

To bear an honeſt Face, (in which ſometimes 

We fancy we are wond'rous skilful;) then | 

I might be much deceiv'd. This late Example 

Of baſe Henriquez, bleeding in me now, __ 

From each good Aſpect takes away my Truſt: * 
For his Face ſeem'd ro promiſe Truth and Honour. 

| Since Nature's Gifts in nobleſt Forms deceive, 

Be happy You, that want em! — Here comes One; 

I've ſeen him, tho' I know him not; He has 

An honeſt Face too— that's no Matter, —— Sir. 


Enters Citizen. 


Citiz, To me? | 

Lech. As You were of a virtuous Matron born, 
(There is no Doubt, you are:) I do conjure you 
Grant me one Boon: Say, do you know me, Sir? 
Citix. Ay, Leonora, and your worthy Father. 

Leon. IJ have not Time to preſs the Suit I've to you 
With many Words; nay, I ſhould want the Words, 
Tho' I had Leiſure: but for Love of Juſtice, 
And as you pity Miſer But I wander 

| Wide from my Subject. Know you Julio, Sir? 


Citi. 


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Citiz, Yes, very well; and love him too, as well. 
Leon. Ob, there an * ſpake! Then 1 Ow 
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5 Gorey e this paper to bim: — believe me, e 
You do Heaw'n Service in't, and ſhall have Cauſe 
Not to repent your Pains. I know not what 
Your Fortune is; Pardon me, gentle Sir, 
That Jam bold to offer This. | 
[ Throws down's Purſe with Money. 
D. Bern. within.) Leonora. 
Teon. I truſt to you; Heav'n put it in your Heart 
To work me ſome Relief. 3 
Citiz. Doubt it not, Lady. You have moy'd me ſo, 
That tho' a chouſand Dangers barr'd my way, 
I'd dare em all to ſerve you. [Exit Citizen, 
Leon. | from a richer Hand than mine a 
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D. Bern. within.) Why, Daug zhter — 
Leon. I come: — Oh, Julio, Tet but half my Grief, 
And Thou walk outfly Time to bring Relief. 
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8 EN E, The Profett of a Village. 


Enter Julio with a Letter, aud Citizen. . 


Citiz. HEN from the Window ſhe did bow 
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Her Paſſions ſhook her Voice; and from her Eyes 
Miſtemper and Diſtraction, with ſtrange Wildnels 
' WH Belpoke Concern above a common Sorrow. Wt, 
Jul. Poor Leonora! Treacherous, damn'd Elenriquez / 
She bids me fill my Memory with her Danger; 
Ido, my Leonora; yes, I fill! % 
The Region of my Thought with nothing elle 3 
Lower, ſhe tells me here, that this Affair 
Shall yield a Teſtimony of her Love: 
And prays, her Letter may come ſafe and ſudden. 
This Pray'r the Heav'ns have heard, and I beſeech em, 
To hear all Pray'rs ſhe makes. 
Ca... x⁊ä· Have Patience, Sir. 
Jul. O my good Friend, mcthinks, I am too patient. 
Is there a Treachery, like This in Baſeneſs, 
Recorded any where? It is the deepeſt: 
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For you, evermore, Thanks. You've done much for Us; 
So gently prets'd ro'r, that I may * me 
You'll do a little 1 3 
Citi. Pur me Employment 1 8 
That's honeſt, tho' not ſafe, with my 355 Spirits 
I'll give t Accompliſnment. 
Jul. No more but This; 
For I muſt ſee Leonora: And to appear 
Like Julio, as I am, might haply Fol. 
Some good Event enſuing. Let me crave | 
Th' Exchange of Habit with you: ſome Diſguiſe, 
ay bear Me to my Love, unmark'd, and ſecret. 
Citiz. Vou ſhall not want. Yonder's the Houſe be- 


fore u:? 
Make Haſte to reach it. | | 
ul. ill b you, Sir. 


O Leonora. / ſtand bur this rude Shock 3 

Hold out thy Faith againſt the dread Aſſault 

Of this baſe Lord, the Service of my Life 

Shall bo devoted to * thy Conſtancy. . 


SCENE I. Don Bernard s Houſe.” 


Enters Leonora. 


Leon. I've hoped to th' lateſt Minute Hope can give: 
He will nor come: Has not receiv'd my Letter: 
May be, ſome other View has from our Home 
Repeal'd his chang'd Eye: for what Buſineſs can 
Excuſe a Tardineſs thus willfull ? None. 

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Or, O Suggeſtion, Wherefore wilt Thou fright me? 
Julio does to Henriquez on meer Purpoſe. 
On plotted Purpoſe, yield me up; and He 7 
Hath choſe another Miſtreſs. All Preſumptions 

Make pow'rful to this Point: His own Protraction, 
Henriquez left behind; —— That Strain lack'd Jea- 


louſie, | 
| Therefore lack'd Love. —— 80 ſure as Life ſhall 
empty | Wo 


It ſelf in Death, this new Surmiſe of mine 

Is a bold Certainty. *Tis plain, and obvious, 

Henriquez would not, durſt nor, thus infringe 

The Law. of Friendſhip; thus provoke a Man, 

That bears a Sword, and wears his-Flag of Youth 

As freſh as He: He durſt not: Tis Contrivance, 

Groſs-dawbing *cwixt them Both. But I'm o' er- 
heard, .. 5 | [Going 


Enters Julio, diſguiſed. 
Jul. Stay, Leonora; Has this outward Veil 
Quite loſt me to thy Knowledge? 
IL.eon. rr — O my Julio 
Thy Preſence ends the ſtern Debate of Doubt, 

And cures me of a thouſand heartſick Fears, 

Sprung from thy Abſence: yet awakes a Train 

Of other ſleeping Terrors. Do you weep? 

Jul. No, Leonora; when I weep, it muſt be | 
The Subſtance of mine Eye. Would I could weep 
For then mine Eye would drop upon my Heart, 
And ſwage the Fire there. 

Leon. — — You are full poſſeſs'd 
How things go here. Firſt, welcome heartily z 
Welcome to th'Ending of my laſt good Hour: 
Now Summer Bliſs and gawdy Days are gone, 
My Leaſe in em 's expir'd. Th 
Fl,. — Not ſo, Leonora. 

Leon. Yes, Julio, yes; an everlaſting Storm 
Is come upon me, which I can't bear our. 
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And thus it. is: Your Abſence hath giv'n 1 
To what my Letter hath declar'd, and is 
This Inſtant on eee Hark! the Muſick 
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Is now on wining which muſt celebrate 
This Bus'neſs fo diſcordant. — — — me then, 
What you will do: ... 

Jul. I know not what: Adviſe me: 
Pl kill rhe raptor. 
Leon. 0 take Heed: his Death 
Betters our Cauſe no whit. No killing, Julio. 

Jul. My Blood ſtands ſtill; and all my Faculties 
Are by Enchantment dull'd. You gracious Pow'rs, 
The Guardians of ſworn Faith, and ſuff ring Virtue, 
Inſpire Prevention of this dreaded Miſchief! 
This Moment is our own; Let's uſe it, Love, 
And fly o'th' Inſtant from this Houſe of Woe. 
TANG. Alas! Impoſſible: My Steps are watch'd ; 
There's no Eſcape for Me. You muſt ſtay too. 

Jul. What! tay, and fee thee ravyiſh'd from my Arms? 
Pl force thy Paſſage. Wear I not a Sword? _ 
Nc'er on Man's Thigh rode better. If I ſuffer 
The Traytor play his Part; if I not do | 
Manhood and Juſtice, Honour; let me 0 ed 
A tame, pale, Coward, whom the Night-Owl's Hoot | 
May turn to Aſpen-leat : Some Man take This, 
Give Me a Diftaff for it. | 

Leon. Patience, Jule; 
And truſt to Me: I have fore thought the Means 
To diſappoint theſe N ſuptials.—— Hark: again; 

T Marek within, 

Theſe are the Bells knoll for Us.- See, the Lights 
Move this Way, Julio. ks behind yon Arras, | 
And take thy ſecret Stand. - Diſpure it not; 
J have my Reaſons, you anon fhall know them: — 
There you may mark the Paſſages of the Night. 
Yet, more: — I charge you by the deareft Tyes, 
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In your. Concealment reſt a filent Statue. | 
Nay, hide thee ſtrait, — or, — fee, I'm- arm'd, and 
vor [aveva Dagger. 
To fall a bleeding Sacrifice before Thee. | 
ne [QThruſts him out, to the Arras. 
| dare not tell thee of my Purpoſe, Julio, 
Leſt it ſhould wrap thee in ſuch Agonies, 
Which my Love could not look on. 


—— 


SCENE opens to a large Hall: An Altar pre- 

pared with Taper. Enter at one Door Ser- 
vants with Lights, Henriquez, Don Bernard, 
and Churchman. At another, Attendants to 
Leonora. Henriquez runs to her, 


Hienr. Why, Leonora, wilt Thou with this Gloom 
| Darken my Triumph; ſuff ring Diſcontent, 
And wan Diſpleaſure, to ſubdue that Cheek 
Where Love ſhould ſit inthron'd? Behold your Slave; 
Nay, frown not; for each Hour of growing Time 
| Shall task me ro thy Service, till by Merit 
Of deareſt Love I blot the.low-born Julio 
From thy fair Mind. _ „ 
Leon. —————S0 I ſhall make it foul; 
This Younfel is corrupßt. 5 
Henr. —— Come, you will change. 
Leon. Why would you make a Wife of ſuch a One, 
That is ſo apt to change? This foul Proceeding 
Still ſpeaks againſt itſelf, and vilifies | 
The Whey of your Judgment. —— For your 
ake | | 
[ will not dart my hoarded Curſes. at you, 
Nor give my Meanings Language: For the Love 
Of all good Things together, yet take heed, 
And ſpurn the Tempter back. 


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Leon. How may I be obedient, and wiſe too? 
Of my Obedience, Sir, I cannot ſtrip me; 
Nor can I then be wiſe: Grace againſt Grace! 
Ungracious, if I not obey a Father; 
Mott perjur'd, if I do. Vet, Lord, conſider, 
Or e''er too late, or c'er that Knot be ty'd, | 
Which may with Violence damnable be broken, 
No other way diſſever'd: Yer conſider, 
You wed my Body, not my Heart, my Lord; 

No Part of my Affection. Sounds ir well, 

That Julio's er is Lord Henriquez' Wife; 5 

Have you an Ear for this harſh Sound? _ 

Henr. No Shot of Reaſon can come near the Place 
W here my Love's fortified. 'The Day ſhall come, 
Wherein you'll chide this Ba dne, and bleſs 
Our Fervour in this Courſe. 

„ No; no,  Henriquez, 
When you hall find what Prophet you are proy'd, 
You'll propheſie no more. 
D. Bern. Have done this Talking, | 
If you will cleave to your Obedience, dot; 
If not, unbolt the Portal, and be gone; 141 
My Bleſſing ſtay b behind has | 

TLeon. —— —— Sir, your müden: 

J will not ſanta a Hair" $ Breadth from my Duty; 
It ſhall firſt coſt me dear. | 
D. Bern. —— — Well then, to th' Point: 
Give me your Hand. My honour'd Lord, f- 

ceive 
My Daughter of Me, —— (nay, no dragging back, 
Bur with my Curſes) whom I frankly give you, 
And wiſh you Joy and Honour. 
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Mine i is the elder Claim | 
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Struck thro? with Injuries _—— 1 
Henr. — — Ha! Julio? — Hear you, 


Were you not ſent on our Commands to Court? 
Order'd to wait your fair Diſmiſſion thence? 
| And have you dared, knowing you are our Vaſſal, 
To ſteal away unpriviledg'd, and leave 
My Buſineſs and your Duty unaccompliſh'd? 
Jul. Ungen'rous Lord! The Circumſtance of Things 
Should ftop the Tongue of Queſtion. You have 
wrong'd me | SES I 
Wrong'd me ſo baſely, in ſo dear a Point, . 
As ſtains the Cheek of Honour with a Bluſh; — 
Cancells the Bonds of Service; bids Allegiance - 
| Throw to the Wind all high Reſpects of Birth, 
Title, and Eminence; and, in their Stead, 
Fills up the panting Heart with juſt Defiance. 
If you have Senſe of Shame, or Juſtice, Lord, 
Forego this bad Intent; or with your Sword 
Anſwer me like a Man, and I ſhall thank you: 
Julio once dead, Leonora may be thine, 
But, living, She's a Prize too rich to part with. - 
Henr. Vain Man! the preſent Hour is fraught with 
Buſineſs 
Of richer Moment. Love ſhall firſt be ſerv'd: 
Then, if your Courage hold- to claim it of me, 
| may have Leiſure to chaſtiſe this Boldneſs. 
Jul. Nay, then I'll ſeize my Right. 
Heur. a W hat, here, a Brawl ? 
My Servants, -— Turn this boiſt'rous Sworder forth; 
And ſee he come not to diſturb our Joys. 3 
Jul. Hold, Dogs! 
Henriquez ! 
Julio is ſeiz'd, and drag'd out by the Servants. 
Henr. She dies upon Me; help! 
Leonora ſwoonsz as they endeavoar to recover her, 


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Henr.— What Paper's That? lers ſee it. 


17 is her o Hand- Writing. 


Bow her Head: 


D. Bern. 


FTis but her F rights ſhe will recover ſoon. 


What learn you by that Paper, good my Lord? 
Henr. That ſhe would do the —— to herſelf, 
Which Nature hath anticipated on her. 
FIRE Dagger means ſne? Search her well, I pray 
you, — ic. 
D. Bern. Here is the Dagger 0. the ſtub 


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Raſh ev'n to Madack,! — 
Henr . . 1 Fa to — Chamber: 


Life flows in her again. Pray, bear her hence: 


And tend her, as 7p would the World's beſt Treaſure. | 


;  [YYomen carry Leonora of. 
Don Bernard, tha wild Tumult ſoon will ceaſe, 
The Cauſe remov'd; and all return to Calmneſs. 
Paſſions in Women are as ſhort in Working, | 
As ſtrong in their Effect. Let the Prieſt wait: 


Come, go we in; My Soul is all on Fire; 
And burns impatient: of this forc'd Delay. 


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Euters Roderick. 


Rod. Julio s Dep arture thus in ſecret from Me, | 
With the long daun Abſence of my Brother, 
(Who cannot ſuffer, but my Father feels it;) 
Have truſted me with ſtrong Suſpicions, 
And Dreams, that. will not ſet me ſleep, nor eat, 


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But, like a Whirlwind, hither have they ſnarch'd me, 
Perforce, to be reſolv'd. I know my Brother 

Had Julio's Father for his Hoſt: from him 

Enquity may befriend me. 


OI; - Apr Camillo. 


Old Sir, I'm glad 
To ve met you thus: What ails the Man! * canllu.— 
Cam. Ha? 
Rod. Ist poſſible, you ſhould forget your Friends? 
Cam. Friends) W har are Thoſe? 
Rod. ———— Why, Thoſe that love you, Sir. 
Cam. You're None of Thoſe, ſure, if you be Lord 
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Rod. Ves, I am that Lord Roderick, and I le not, 
If 1 proteſt, I love you pafſing well. 
Cam. You lov'd my Son too paſſing well, I take it: 
One, that believ'd too ſuddenly his C ourt- Creed. 
Rod. All is not well. [aft de.] Good old Man, 
do not rail. 
Cam. My Lotd, my Lord, you've dealt diſhg- 
nourably, '- - 
Rod. Good Sir, I am ſo fat from doing Why s 
Of that baſe Strain, E underſtand you not. 
Cam. Indeed! ——— You know not neither, o“ my 
Conſcience, _ 
How your moſt virtuous Brother, noble Henriquez, 
(You look fo like him, Lord, you are the worle for't; 
Rots upon ſuch Diſſemblers 5 utider colour 
Of buying Pee and I know not what, 
Bought my poor out of Poſſeſſion 
Ev'n of his sbs Faith. Was not this Ho- 
nour ? 
And This a conſtant Friend? 
Rod... II dare not 9 ſo. 
Cam. Now you have robb'd bim of his Love, 
take all; 


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Rod. If you would hear me, Sir,. 

Cam. Your brave old Father 
Would have been torn in Pieces with wild. Horſ 
E'er he had done this Treachery. On my Conſcience, 
Had he bur dreamt you. Fwo durſt have committed 
This baſe, unmanly Crime, « — 

Rod. Why, this is Madneſs, — — | 

Cam. I've done; I've eas'd wy. Heart; now you may 

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Red. Then as I am a Gentleman, believe me, 


From being guilty of the leaſt Suſpicion 
Of Julio and my Brother migh 


291 know the Truth of you. 
Ennert Violante behind. 


Viol. My Servant loiters; ſure, he means me wall 
Camillo, and a Stranger? Theſe may give me 
Some Comfort from their Talk. I'll ſtep aſide: 
And hear what Fame is ſtirring. {Violante retire; 

Rod. - Why this Wond'ring? 

Cam. Can there be one ſo near in Blood as you are 


„ as he was good, I do confels. my Near 

. neſs; 

But, ſince his Fall from Honour, he's to me 

As a ſtrange Face I ſaw but Veſterday, | 

And as ſoon loſt. 
Cam. Lask your Fardon, Lord; 

I was too raſh and bold. 
Rod. — No Harm done, Sir. IT - 
Cam. Bur is it poſſible, you ſhould not hear 

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Citix. From your Son, Sir. 
Cam. Pr'ythee, where is he? 
Citia. That's more than I know now, Sir. 
But This 1 can aſſure you, he has e 
The City raging mad; Heav'n comfort him! 
He _ ro that” eurſt Marriage ——— The Ficnds 
take it 
Cam. Pr'ythee, be gone, and bid the Bell wol 
for me: 
I have had one Foot in the Grave ſome Time. 
Nay, go, good Friend; thy News deſerve no Thanks. 
How does: your Lordſhip? [ Exit Citizen. 
Nod. That's well faid, Old Man: in 


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For tis a crooked World. Farewell, poor Boy — 1 
Enters Don Bernard, —_ 


1 Fhis comes of forcing Women whand chey 
ate: | 
It was my own Sinz and I am rewarded. 
Now | am like an aged Oak, alone, 
Left for all Tempeſts, — 1 would cry, but cannot: 
I'm dry'd to Death almoſt with theſe Vexations. 
Lord! what a heavy Load I have within me! 
My Heart, — my Heart, my Heart 

Cam. Has this ill Weather 
Met with Thee too? 

D. Bern. — 0 Wench, that I were with thee! 


Cam. You do not come to mock at me now? 
—_—_ D. Bern. 


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Cam. Do not diſſemble; Thou may'ſt end a PIR 
As bad as thou art, to undo thee too: 


1 hope to ſee that Day before I dye yet. 


D. Born. It needeth not, Camillo; * Kae 


For I deſerve it. 


| Selkcicar to my ſelf. If thou wilt rail, 


Do it as bitterly as thou canſt think of; 
Draw thy Sword, and arike me; 


And I will thank thee for't.— Pre loſt my Daughter; 


She's ſtol'n away ; and whither gone, I know not. 


Cam. She has a fair OY in being from vou, 


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T was too poor a Brother: for your Greamels; 
You muſt be grafted into noble Stocks, 
And have your Titles rais'd. My State was av at: 


And my Alliance ſcorn'd. I've loſt a Son too; 
Which muſt not be put up ſo. 


- Rod. 


You' ve equal Loſſes; urge no Arber Anger. 

Heav'n, pleas'd now at your Love, may bring again, 

And, no Doubt, will, your Children 
forts : : 


And One more will I add, my Honour'd Father; 


Hold; be counfeV d. 


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In which Adventure my Foot ſhall be foremoſt... 


Who has a Son to-grieve for too, tho* tainted. 

Let your joint Sorrow be as Balm to heal 

Theſe Wounds of adverſe Fortune. 
D. Bern. Come, Camillo, 


Do not deny your Love, for Charity; 
Let this noble Lord | 
ers of Us, whom our own croſs Fates 
Could 'neyer join. What I have been, forget; | 


I ask it of 
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What I intend to be, believe and nouriſh : 


I do confeſs my Wrongs; 
Cam. Heav'n make thee 
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Oar beſt Search ended, here we'll meet 


Violante comes forwark.” 


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Virtue! 
vet there — a little Spark of Hope 
That lights me to ſome Comfort. 
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The Parties ſeparates and I again” | f 
May come to ſee this Man that has betray'd me 3; 
And wound his Conſcience for it: Home again 
I will not go, whatever Fortune guides me; 


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Dangers as fearful and as pale as Death. 
No, no, Henriquez; 1 will follow thee 
Where thete is Day. Time may belted 2 Wonder. 


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O, are you come? What News? 
4 None, but the worſt. Your Father makes 


mighty Offers yonder by a Cryer, to any One can 
bring you home again. 


Viol. Art Thou corrupted ? 

Serv. No. 

Viol. Wilt thou be boneſtrx 

Serv. J hope, you do not fear ne. 

Viol. Indeed, I do not. Fhou haft an honeſt Face; 
And ſuch a Face, when it deceives, take heed, 
Is curſt of all Heav'n's Creatures. 

Serv. PII hang firſt. 


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PHiol. 4 nor; I . — ee But x rytheetho! 
Take Heed, thou doſt not fail: I do nor doubt Thee: 
Vet I have truſted ſuch a ſerious gage 
And been abuſed tog. 

Serv. If I fail your Truſt.— 

Hiol. I do thee Wrong te hold thy Honeſty 
At Diſtance thus: Thou ſhalt know all my Fortunes 
Get me a Shepheid's Habit. 

Serv. Well; what elſe? 

Viol. And wait me in rhe Evening, whereTtcldvher; 
There Thou ſnalt know my f rcher * TER Heed— 

Serv. D'ye fear me ſtill? 

Viol. —̃äͤ— — No; This i 15 only Count 
My Life and Death I have put ly 1 1 
Into thy Hand: Let not Rewa = nor Hopes 
Be caſt into the Scale to turn thy Fairb. #4 


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Enter Maſter of the Flocts, 271 four Shepherds, and 
1. - | Violante in Boy's Gloaths., þ 
1 Shep. 


ELL, he's as fweet i Man, Heav'n com- 

1 VV” forthim! as ever theſe Eyes look'don. 
2 Shep. If he have a Mother, I believe, Neigh- 
bours, ſhe's a Woe- woman for him at this Hour. 

Maſt. Why ſhould he haunt thefe wild unpeopled- 
Where nothing dwells but Hunger, and ſharp Winds? 

1 Shep. His Melancholy, Sir, that's the main De- 
vil does it. Go to, I fear he has had too much foul 
Play offer'd him. | | | 

Mafi. How gets he Meat? 5 | 

2 Shep. Why, now and then he takes our Victuals 
from us, tho“ we deſire him to eat; and inſtead of a 
ſhort Grace, beats us well and ſoundly, and then falls to. 

Maft. Where lies He? 

I Shep. Ev'n where the Night o'ertakes him. 

2 Shep. Now will be hang'd, an' ſome fair-ſnout- 
ed skittiſh Woman, or other, be not at the End of 
this Madneſs. „N | 

I Shep. Well, if he lodg'd within the Sound of us, 
I knew our Muſick would allure him. How atten- 
tively he ſtood, and how he fix'd his Eyes, when your 
Boy ſung his Love · Ditty. Oh, here he comes again, 

Maß. Let him alone; he wonders ſtrangely at us. 


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1 Shep. Not Word, Sirs, to croſs him, as you love 

your Shoulders. 

1 Ven, He ſeems s much diturd's; 1 [ believe the nad 
Fi it WNpoD him. 


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nu Julio. 
Jutz Horſempnſhip!: — Hell— Riding ſhall be abos 
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Turn the barb'd Steed looſe to his native Wildooſ, 
It is a Beaſt roo noble to be made 
The Property of Man's Bafenoſs.— What a Letter 
9 7 he ro's Brother? What a Man was 17 
y, Perſaut did not khow his Seat like me 
5 wo] Si ng that rides ſwift without the Rein, . 
Match'd not my Grace and Firmneſs. —Sdafl this Lord 
Dye, when Men pray for him? Think, you *tis meet? 
1 Shep. I 'den't know. what to fay : Neither I, nor 
all the Confeſſors in Hain, can unriddle this wild _ 
Jul. I muſt to Court! be uſher'd. into Spe 
By a large Liſt of Praiſes ready penn'd !-_ 3.019} 
O Devil! What a venomous World is * 
When Commendations are the Baits to Ruin! 
All theſe good Words were Gyves and F etrers, $i, 
To keep me bolted there: while the falſe Sender 
2 out the Game of Treach'ry.—. Hold; come b. 
er; 
You have an Aſp pect, Sir, of wond” rous Wisdom, 
And, as it bene, are trauell d deep in Knowledge z' 
Have you e' er ſeen the Phenix of the arte, Ne 
The Bird of Paradiſe? E wil 1 
2 She Tha ——n Troth, not . * 
4 bave; and known her Hayats, and where te 


Her. hier Neſt: till, like a cnedulaus Fool, 
I 'ſhew'd the Treas to a Friend in Truſt, 
And he hath robb'd me of her. Fruſt no Friend: 
Keep thy Heart's Counſels cloſe. — Haſt tboua Waile 
Give her not out in Words; nor let thy Pride 
Be wanton to — her Charms to View; 


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Love i; Songagious; azad Breath l of Praiſe, 
Or a flight Glance, has kindled-up'irs * 785 
And tuxn 'd 4 F riend 8 „ Tis i * Proofs; 101 
And it has hurt my Brain. 
1 Shep. Marry, now II fs ſome Mentis by Mad 
and we may e 1 4 — — 9 
Maſt. Sees, be 12 cool, and penſivss. 
oy, but do not mad that way... 
Vid. Alas! I tremble nm 
al. — 3 wy: pretty Youth! ' 
Come hither, Child; Did _ Are 9 A7 


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of Love? 
1 Sbep. -h goes it ther? Now if the Bay 
| be wit th, Fe: Mall trace ſomething: DB . 
Vill. Ves, Sir, it Was the Subjed: 19111361 Rs 


Jul. Sit here then: Come, ſhake not, good prett bel 

Nor. do nat; fear me; FE not; do thee- INOS: > af bs 
Pia, Why, do vad Jook 60 on me? ö * 
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| It puzzle e to think 


That ER Blaſt, hot Sun, and daſhing Kaine: 


Have made no fiercer War upon thy Youth; 


Nar hurt the Bloom of ther Vermilion Cheek. KY 


Lou weep too, do you not? # 


Liol. Sometimes, Edog p g d ge 


Jul. Iweep ſometimes too. You're extremely Ned 


Viol. Indeed, I've ſeen mere Sorrows far thay Years. 
Jul. Vet all theſe, have not broken your Complexion.” 


You bave a ſtrong Heast, and you! are the happier. 


warrant, you're a very loving Woman. 
Vidl. A Woman, Sir 2. 1 nary Bas found me out. 


2 Shep. He takes the Boy far; A; Wers — Mad, e 
Jul. Lou ve met ſome Diſappointment; ſome foutP! 


Has croſs'd your Love. I read 1 it in Our Pace.” 
Viol. Yau. read a Truth chen. 
Jul. ———-——— W here can lie the Fault * 


Pe in the roy or ſame diſſembling Knabe, 
He put in 


ruſt? Ho] have I hit the Caule?. . -- - 
Fig, You't re not far off. 


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l. This World is full of Coz ners, full; 
vu Virgins muſt be wary in their Way, ls "Sig 
I've: known:a Duke's Son do as 1 a e, 
Will you be ruF'd by me? 
Fl.» "4 — ans RY Ay f | 1 
Ful. — ————=—kKill Yourſelf. 
/ "Twill be a Feinor ro the Villain's Colne, | 
| The lengeſt Pay be lives. c e 
Viol. —— Wbt 
Commit Self- murther! 
— Yes; I'll have it 7 | 
2 Shep. 'E fear, his Fit is returning. Take Nig of 
all hands. Bir, do you want any thing? —+ 
Jul. Thouly'ſt; thou can'ſt not hurt me: I am 
*Gainſt farther Wrongs. — Seen eloſe behind me, I 
1 will avenge Thee. 
\'Piol, ———Fhank the Hleav- ns; Pm roy | 
Jul. : O AX reach rom baſe  Henriquez, bave 1 caught 
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2 Shep. Help! help! good Neighbours ; he will kill 
me ell. e ſeizes on the Shepherd; 
Violante runs out. 
Jul. Here. Thou tale pay thy Hear blood for the 
Wrongs 
Thou'ſt heap'd upon this Head, Faith. breaker ! ' Vilkin 
FI ſuck thy-Life-blood, .' : 
1 Shep. Good Sir, have cher; this is no He 
En | They reſcue the Shepherd, 
Jul. Wells : let him flink to Courr, and hide a Co 
war 
Not. all his Father's s Guards ſhall ſhield him there. 
Or if he prove too ſtrong for Mortal Arm, | 
1, will ſollicit ev'ry Saint in Heav'n | 
Lo lend me Vengeance. I'll about ir trait: — 
he wrathful Elements ſhall wage this War; 
Furies ſhall haunt him; Vultures gnaw his Heart; 
And Nature pour forth all her Stores of Pla 
To join in Puniſhment of Truſt betray'd. Put Jul 
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Thee !— Pray, feel my Noſe is it faſt, Neighbours? 

1 ep. Tis as well as may be. e. 

2 Shep. He pull'd at it, as he id have . dr d 4 
Bullock den by the Tail. — Att had been ſome 
Men's Noſe that I know, Neighbours,” who knows 
where it had been now? He has given me ſuch a de- 
| viliſh Daſh o'er rhe Mouth; that I feel, I ſhall never 
| whiſtle to my Sheep again: Thenthey'll make Holy-day. 
I Shep. Come, ſhall we go? for, I fear, if the Youth 
return, our ſecond Courſe will be much more _ 
our Stomachs. 

Maß. Walk you afores I will but give my 75 
Some ſhort laſtructions, and 1'!] follow trait. 

We'll craſh a Cup — ar | 

1 —_ Pray, do not hnger Ny 
I will nor, Sirs; 2.'This 8 not be 8 

His eV oice, Mein, Gc ſture, ev*ry Thing be _ 

| Savour of ſoft and female Delicacy. 'T 

He bur puts on this Seeming, and his Gab 

Speaks him of ſuch a Rank, as well 5 me, 

He plays the Swain, rather to cloak ſome Napa, 

| Than forced to't by a Need: I've waited long 

To mark the End he has in his Diſguiſe N 

| Bu: am not perfect in't. The Madman's Coil 

Has driv'n him ſnak ing hence. Theſe Fears betray him: 

if * ehrpits right, I'm happy. O, he's here. 


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E 3 Boy; ; where did you leave the Flock, 
1 2 
Viol. Grazing below, Sir. — What does he mean? 
| to ſtroke One o'the Cheek ſo? I hope, I'm not betray d. 
Maſt. Have you learnt the Whiſtle "yy" and when 
to Fold? 7 A 
And how to make the Dog bring i in 151 Suren r 
Viol. Time, Sir, will furniſh me with all theſe. Rutſesy 
| My Will is able, but my Knowledge weak, Sir. 
Haß. That's a good Child: Why:doſt thou. bluſh, 
my Boy? 


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Tig certainly a Woman. " Afede,) Speak, my Boy, 
Viol. Heav'n ! how tremble. — Tis 1 to ne 

To find ſuch Kindneſs at a Maſter's . 

That am a poor Boy, ev'ty way unable, ; 

Unſeſs it be in Pray rs, to merit it. f 

Beſides, I've often heard old People ſay, 


Too much Indulgence makes Een rude and Ms | L 


Maſt. Are you ſo cunning; — 

Fiol. ————- How his Eycettake Fire, 
And meaſure: ev ry Piece of Youth ahout me! ¶ 464. 
The Ewes want Water, Sir: Shall I go drive em 
Down to the Ciſterns? Shall I make haſte, Sir? 
»Would L were five Miles from e How he gripes 

* - "ge! Ali. 

Maß. Come, come, all this i is not ſuſßeient, Child, Wt! 
To take a/Fool of me. This is a fine Hand, 

A delicate fave: Hand, — Neyer change Colour 11 
You underſtand me, — and a Woman's Hand. = 

Viol. Yor re ſtrangely out: Yet if | were a Tong 5 
I know, you are ſo honeſt, and ſo good, 2, 
Thar tho' I wore Diſguiſes for — Ends, 

Lou would not wrong me. 1 
Mat. Come, you're made for Love; 5 

Will you comply: ? I'm madder with this Talk. = 

There's Nothing you can ſay, can take my Edge off. WW 

Fol. Oh, do but quench theſe foul Affections in you, WH 
That, like baſe Thieves, have rob'd you of your _— Y 
And I will be a Woman; and begin _— 
So fad a Story, thar if there be aught 
Of humane in you, or a Soul that's gentle, 

You cannot chuſe but pity my loſt Youth: 

Maß. No Stories now. 

Fido. . Kill me edi, i 


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Rod. within. Hoa! Shepherd, will you hear, Sir? . 
Maſt. What bawling Rogue is chat, "ol Devil's | 
Name? 
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Rad. Good Even, my Friend z 1 hong, you all 
E had been aſleep in this Country. 

' Maſt. You bad lied then; for you were waking, 
5 you thought ſo. 8 8 nes 

Rod. I thank you, Sir. 


Maſt. I pray, be cover d; tis not ſo much worth, Sir F. 


Rod. Was that thy Boy ran crying? ee 
Maſt. Ves; what then? „ 

Rod. Why doſt thou beat him ſo? 1 1 WAR 
Maſt. To make him grow. „% os A 

Rog. A pretty Med'cine! Thou can'ſt not tell me 
the Way to the next Nunnery ? 
Maft. How do you know That? — Yes, I can tell 


Hou; but the Queition i is, whether I will or no; and, 
Indeed, I will not. Fare you well. [Exit Maſter. 


| Red. What a brute Fellow's this! Are they all thus? 
My Brother Henriquez tells me by his Letter, 
Tie Miſtreſs of his Soul not far from hence 


f Bach taken Sanctuary: from which he prays 


Aid to bring her back.— From what Camillo 


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Pow, brother, what's this poſt haſte Buſineſs 
Jou hurry me about? — Some wenching | Matter— 
| Henr.. My: Letter told you, Sir. 1 ? 


| Kod. Tis true, it tells me, chat vou ve loſt, a 
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To Youth's intemp'rate Heat, and raſh Defires: 
But think not, that T would engage your Virtues 
'To 7 Cauſe, wherein my conſtant Heart 
Attended not my Eye. Till now my Paſſions 
Reign'd in my 7 Blood; ; ne er picrc'd into my Mind; 
Hut I'm a Convert grown to pureſt Thoughts: 
And muſt in ren? ſpend my Days to come, 


If I poſſeſs not her: So much i love. 
Rod. The Means? —She's in a Cloyſtef, is ſhe not? 


Within whoſe Walls to enter as We are, 
| Will never be: Few Men, but Fryars, come there 


Which We ſhall never make. 
Henin. If That would do =. 


1 1 would make Any ching. 

by Nod. — Are you ſo hot? N 
| Fl — vis: be it but to ſave. his Honour. ' 4 

To feign a Corpſe — By th! Maſs, it beds fo, 


2 muſt pretend, we do craſport a Body 
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twere to's Funeral: and coming late by, | 
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Crave a' Night's Leave to reſt the 
That be our Courſe ; for to ſuch Charity 


Siri Zeal and. Cuſtom of the Houſe give Way. 
Henr. And, © ne, 4 vacant Herſe bar by 
Prom Rites but new perform d: This for a Price 
Scheme in Act. Ho! Gerall= 


We'll hire, t . our 
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Kad. When we're once lodg'd, the Meam of bt 


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By ſafe and ſecret Force, with Eaſe well <ompiſ 
Bur, Brother, know my Terms. — If that your Mil 
Will ro the World come back, and ſhe appear 

An Obje& worthy in our Father's Eye, 
Wooe her, and win her; but if his Conſent 
Keep not Pace with your Purpoſe —— 


ur. Doubt ir not. 5 
I've look d not with a common Eye; but choſe 


A noble Virgin, who to make her ſoy 


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Has all the Gifts of Heav'n and Earth upon her. g 
If ever Woman yet could be an Angel, 

She is the neareſt. | 

—— Well; a-Lover's Praiſe | 
Feaſts not * Common Ear. Nod to our Plot; 
We ſhall bring Night in with Us. [ Exennt. 


SCENE II. 


Enter Julio, and To Gentlemen. 9 


Gent. Good Sir, compoſe yourſelf. 


1 Paul, —— . TEAS. 

| That Heav'n had made Thee ſtronger | than a MI 

How happy had I been! 

| Gent. —————— He's calm again : 

S I'll rake this Interval to work upon Him. 

| Theſe wild and ſolitary Places, Sir, + 

Bur feed. your Pain; let better Reaſon guide you; 

And qui this forlorne State, that yields no Comfort. 
Lute ſounds within. 

Jul Ha! bert, Sound from Heav'n! Do you hear 

Nothing? 


Cent. Yes, Sir; the Touch of ome ſwcet Infirument: 
3 Here's no Inhabitant. wa hy 
J. —— — No, no, the better.. 
Cent. This i is a ſtrange Place to hear Muſick i in. 
Jul. I'm 6ften viſited with theſe ſweet Airs. f 
Ide Spirit of ſome hapleſs Man that dy*d, 
And left his Love hid in a faithleſs Woman, 
Sure haunts theſe Mountains. [Violante ſings within. 
" © Fond Echo / forego. thy light Strain, | 
And heedfully. hear a laſt Maid; © 
Co, tell the falſe Ear of the Swain 
How deeply bis. Vous have betray'd. 
Go, tell him, what. Sorrows I bear; 
See, yet if his Heart feel my Moe 
Nit nom be muſt heal my Deſpair, 
Or Death will nale Pity roo flaw. 


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1 I uViolante fngs within 


Go, tell Him, what 8 I heary,\ 
Fee, get if bis Heart feel ny %:: 
Tis 10% he mußt heal my Deſpair, of . I 

Or Death will mate Pity too A... „ 


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Sent. I never heard the Like, Sir. — "I 
Fol. PII tell you, my good Friends 3 but ray th 
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Ditaes a ſweet Peace thro? all my Soul. bug 
But yet I wonder, what new, fad, Companion 
Griet has bfaught hither ta out· bid my Sorrow. 
n off, * | off, ſtand off —— F rien, it ier 


Foyt ] 
Gator; Violante, 1 . 


Fiat. How much more giiteful are theſe egy II 
Mountains, 
And theſe wild Trees, than things of nobler Nan | 
For Theſe receive my Plaints, and mourn again. BW 
In many Echoes to Me. All good People 
Are faln aſleep for ever. None are left, 1 
That have the Senſe, and Touch bf Tenlornet | 


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For Virtue's ſake: No, ſcarce theit Memory: 0 
From whom | may. expect Counſel in Fears, Wn 
Eaſe to Complainings, or Redreſs of Wrongs. or 


Jul. This is a moving Sorrow, but ſay nothing. d 
Viol. What Dangers have I run, and to what Inſuu he 
Expos'd this Ruin of my ſelſ? Oh! Miſchief Ne 
On that Soul-ſported Hind, my vicious Maſter! dre 


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Should have ſo much rank Blood? F ſhake all over, 
And bluſh to think what had become of me, 
If that good Man had not reliev d me from him. 
Jul. Since ſhe is not Leonora, ſhe is Heav'nly. 
When the ſpeaks next, liſten as ſeriouſſy, 
As Women do that have. their Loves at Sea, 
What Wind blows ev'ry Morning. 
Viol. J cannot get this falſe Man's Memory 
Out of my Mind. You Maidens, that ſhall live 
To hear my mournful Tale, when I am Aſhes, 
| Be wiſe; and to an Oath no more give Credit, 
To Tears, to Vows, (falſe Borh !) or any Thing, 
| A Man ſhall promiſe, than to Clouds, that now 
Bear ſuch a pleaſing Shape, and now are nothing. 
For they will cozen, (if They may be cozen'd,) 
The very Gods they worſhip. —— Valour, Juſtice, 
Diſcretion, Honeſty, and all they covet, 
| To make them ſeeming Saints, are but the Wiles 
By which theſe Syrens lure us to Deſtruction. 
Jul. Do not you weep now? ] could drop myſelf 


Into a Fountain for her. 

| Gent, She weeps extremely. | 1 5 
7. —5vðr.: —ę᷑‘: * Let her weep; tis well: 
ler Heart will break elſe. Great Sorrows live in Tears, 

| Vidl.' O falſe Henrique!!! bday 
Viol. — And Oh, thou Fool; 
or ken Violaute / whoſe Belief ' - | 
nd childith Love have made Thee ſo go, dye; 


—_ 


or there is nothing left Thee now to look for, 

Dat can bring Comfort, but a quiet Grave. 
nere all the Miſeries J long have felt, 1 
nd Thaſe to come, {hall 2 8 8 


tune may guide that falſe Zehriquez hither, 
wil cp Repentance o'er _ pale, dead Coarſe, 
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And cheer. my wand'ring Spirit with thoſe lov'd Obſe. 

Aauies. „„ „ 

Jul. Stay, Lady, ſtay: Can it be poſſible, 

That you are Violante? F 
Viol. — -— That loſt Name, 

Spoken by One, that needs muſt know my. Fortunes, 

Has taken much Fear from me. Who are you, Sir? 

For, ſure, I am that hopeleſs Violante. 

Jul. And I, as far from any earthly Comfort 

That I know yer, the much-wrong'd Fulio / 


——ů— - Julio] 
Jul. TI once was thought ſo. - - If che curſt 
Henriquez | 


Had Pow'r to change you to a Boy, why, Lady, 
Should not that Miſchief make me any thing, 
That have an equal Share in all the Miſeries 

His Crimes have flung upon Us? | | 
Vill. ———— Well I know it: 
And pardon Me, I could not know your Virtues, 
Before your Griefs. Methought, when laſt we met, 
The Accent of your Voice ſtruck on my Ear 
Like ſomething I had known, but Floods of Sorrow 
 Drown'd the Remembrance. If you'll pleaſe to fir, 
(Since | have found a ſuff ring true Companion,) 
And give me Hearing, I will tell you ſomerhing 
Of Leonora, that may comfort you. 9 

Jul. Bleſſing upon Thee! Henceforth, I proteſt 
Never to leave Thee, if Heav'n ſay Amen. 
Bur, ſoft! let's ſhift our Ground, guide our fad Step! 
To ſome remoter Gloom, where, undiſturb'd, 
We may compare our Woes ; dwell on the Tale 
Of mutual Injuries, *cill our Eyes run o'er, 
And we infect each other, with freſh Sorrows. — 
Talk'd you of Comfort? Tis the Food of Fools, 
And We will None on't; but indulge Deſpair: 
So, worn with Griefs, ſteal to the Cave of Death, 
And in a Sigh give up our lateſt Breath. LEA 


The End of the Fourth F /" 8 


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of V. SCENE 1. 


8 8 E N E, 8 he 8 of the Aoun- 


Fans continued. 


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Enter Roderick, Leonora wills, Henrique, Arten- 
dans as Mourners, 


Rod EST cerraing Lady, Nothing ſhall beude 
you, 

Bur fair, and noble Uſage. Pardon me, | 
That hitherco a Courſe of Violence | 
Has ſnatch'd you from that Seat of Contemplation 
To which you gave.your Atter-Lite, 

Leon. Where am I? 

= Not in the Nunnery; never bluſ, nor trem· 
| les a 
Your Honour has as fair a Guard, as when: 
Within a Cloyſter. Know then, what is done, 
(W hich, I pe you underſtand not truly.) 
Has this Uſe, to preſerve the Life of nue 
Dying for Love of You: my Brother, and your 
Friend: 
Under which Colour we defend t , | 116 
Our Herſe one Night within your hallow'd Walls 
Where we ſurpriz'd you. 

Leon. Are you that Lord Roderick, 
So woken of for Yoni and fair Life, 
And dare you loſe theſe to be Advocate 


or * Brother, ſuch a ſinful Brother, + 
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Such an unfaithſul, treacherous, brutal Brother? 
| | Rod. This is a fearful Charge. —— 
| [Loos at Henriquez. 


— 11 you would have me 
Think, you {till —. Reſpect for Virtue's Name; 
WAs you would wiſh, your 1 thus diſtreſs'd, 
Night find a Guard, protect me from Henriquezz 
And I am — 

1 Rod. —— Come, Sir, make your Anſwer; 

For as J have a Soul, I am aſham'd on't. | 
Heur. O Leonora, ſee! thus ſelf-condemn'd, 

1 throw me at your Feet, and fue for Mercy. 

l I have err'd, impute it to my Love; 
% 55 Tyrant God that bows us to his Sway, 


7 Rebelilious to the Laws of reas' ning Men; 

That will not have his Votaries Actions ſcann'd, 
But calls it Juſtice, when we moſt obey him. 

ae but commanded, what your Eyes inſpir'd; 
Whoſe facred Beams, darted into my Soul, 

| i Have purg'd the Manſion from impure: Deſires, 
And kindled in my Heart a Veſtal's Flame. 

wy Leon. Riſe, riſe, my Lord; this 4 


Paſſion 

4 | Has gain'd you nothing but A PIES Hae. 

Should I imagine, he can truly love me, 

1 3 like a Villain, murthers my Deſires? 

Or ſhould I drink that Wine, and think it 3 

When I ſee __— „ 

Draw this way, Lady; 3 

I am not perfect in your Story yet 

| But ſce you've had ſome Wrongs, that want Redreſs. 

Only you muſt have Patience to go with us | 

To yon ſmall Lodge, which meets the Sight- ow, 
hence, 

W here your Diſtreſs ſhall find the due Reſpect: 

Till when, your Gries ſhall govern me as much, 

As Nearneſs and Affection to my Brother. 

Call my Attendant * 3 _— uſc them freely; 


For 


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For as I am a Gentleman, no Pow'r, 
Above your own Will, ſhall come near your Perſon, | 
(As they, are going. out, Violante enters, and latte RF 
Roderick by the Sleeve; the veſt go ont.” 1 

Fil Your Ear a Moment: Sen not my bender 1 
Youth. | 
Roder. Look to the Lady there. — I follow Qrair. | 

What ails this Boy? Why doſt thou ſingle me? bl 
Viol. The due . of your noble Virtue, 

Vow'd to this mourning Virgin, makes me bold 

To give it more Employment. | 
Rod. —— —— Art not Thou 

The ſurly Shepherd's Boy, that, when 1 calbd 

To know the Way, ran crying by me? 135 
Viol. Yes, Sir. 

And I thank Heav'n and you for helping me. 
Rod. How did I help [you for helping me 1 
Viol. I do but ſeem 4 Sir; pr am indeed 

A Woman; one your Brother once has loy'd 

Or, Heav'n forgive him elſe, he ly'd extremely, 
Rod. Weep not, good Maid; O this Maho 
Brother! 

But how came you 2 Wand'rer on \ theſe Mountains? 
Viol. That, as we paſs, an't pleaſe you, I'll diſcover. 

J will aſſure you, Sir, theſe barren Mountains 

Hold many Wonders of your Brother's making. 

Here wanders hapleſs Julio, worthy Man! ky 

Beſides himſelf with Wrongs ,, 3 
Rod. That once again - 
7 — I ſaid, Julio. Sleep weigh'd a down his 

yelids, 4 

Oppreſs'd with Watching, juſt as you approach d us. 
Rod. O Brother! We ſhall ſound the Depths of 

| Falſhood, 

If this be true, no more but guide me to him: Ha” 

I hope, a fair End will ſucceed all yet, 
f it be He, by your Leave, gentle Brother, \ 
Il ſee him fery'd firſt, — Maid, you have o'crjoy'd me. 
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Lead me to Julio. e Ereunt. 


8 C F N E II. Au Apartment in ide Lacke 
Enter Duke, Pan Bernard, and Camillo. 


Cam. Ay, then your. Grace had had a Son' more; 
He, a Daughter; and I, an Heir: But let it be as tis, 
cannot mend it; one way or other, I ſhall. rub it o- 
ver, with rubbing to my Grave, and there's an End on't. 

Dake. Our Sorrows cannot help us, Gentlemen. 
Cam. Hang me, Sir, if I ſhed one Tear mote. By 
Jove, I've wept ſo long, I'm as blind as Juſtice. When 
I come to ſee my Hawks (which I held a Toy next to 
my Sonz) if they be but Houſe-bigh, I muſt ſtand 
aiming at them like a Gunner. 
Dake. Why, he mourns like a Man. Don Bernard, 


Jou 
Are fill like April, full of Shower and Dews: 
And yet I blame you not: for I Lal 


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They're diſobedient Children. 
D. Bern. - Ay, my Lord; 


Vet they may turn again. 
Cam. Let them c' en have their Swing: 1 re young 


and wanton; the next Storm we ſhall have them gi 
Jop homeward, whining as Pigs do in the Wind. 
D. Bern Would 1 had my Daughter any way. 
Cam. Would'ſt chou have 1 with nan Man, tel 
me that? | 
D. Bern. I care not, if an honeft Fath got it, 
Cam. You might have had her ſo in this good Tims, 
Had my Son had her: Now you mer go iS 
Your Fool to "ee a SP with. i Hh 


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Enters Gentleman. 


Cent. So pleaſe your Grace, 
Lord Rod'rick makes Approach. 

Duke. ——— TI thank thee, Fellow, 
For thy ſo timely News: Comes he alone? 

Gent. No, Sir, attended well: and in his Train 
Follows a Herſe with all due Rites of Mourning. 


Duke, Heav'n ſend, Henriquez live! 
Cam. —— Tis my poor Julio. 


Enters Roderick, haſtily. 


Dale. O welcome, welcome, 
Welcome, good Rod'rick / Say, what News? 
Come what can come, I'Il live a Month or two 

If the Gour pleaſe; curſe my Phyſician once more, 
And then [0 


Under this Stone 
Lies Sev'nty One. 


Red. Signior, you do expreſs a manly Patience, 
My noble Father, ſomething I have brought 


To caſe your Sorrows: My Endeavours have not 
een altogether barren in my Journey. 


* It comes at need, Boy; but I hop'd it from 
thee. | 


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The DrsTREsST LOVERS. 55 
Duke. You ſay, that Rod'rict charg'd you here ſhould 


[ Exit Gent. 


Cam. Do you bring Joy or Grief, my Lord? For me, 


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Enter Leonora weil'd, Henriquez behind, and 4. : 
; tendants. 


Rod. The Ce 1 bring, il hrs me Wie 
The buſieſt of my Time has been employ' d | 
On this good Task. Don Bernard finds beneath 
This Veil his Daughter: You, .my. Royal Father, 
Behind that Lady find a wand'ring Son. 
How I met with them, and how brought them hither, 
More Leiſure. mutt unfold. _ 

Herr. = — My Father here! 
And Julio's“ 0 Confuſion! —— Low as Earth 
I bow me tor your Pardon. [7 the Dake, 
D. Bern. O my Girl! . 
Thou bring'ſt new Life. — bs n 

Dake. And you, my Son, reſtore me [ Zo Roderick. 
One Comfort here that has been miſſing -long. ... - 
I hope, thy Follics thou haſt left abroad. [To Henriq. 

Cam. Ay, ay; you've all Comforts but I; you have 
ruin'd me, kill'd my poor Boy; 3 cheated and ruin'd him; 
and T have no Comfort. 

Rod, Be patient, en, Time | may guide a 

Hand ot | 
To work you C owfort too. 

Cam. I thank your Lordſhip; 
Would Grandſiię Time had been ſo kind to- ye done it 
We might have Joy'd together like good Fellows. 
But he's ſo full of Baſine(s, good Old Man, 
*Tis Wonder, he could do the Good he has done. 

D. Bern. Nay, Child, be comforted. T TIO T: ear 

diſtract me. 

Dake. Hear your good Father, Lady. 

Leon. Willingy: 

Dake. The Voice of Parents is the Voice of Goch 
For to their Children they are Heav'n's ee 
Made Fathers, not for common Uſes meerlyß 


Of Procreationz (Beaſts and Birds would be 1 


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The moral Line of Life, they bend ſo often. 


1 May challenge Duty on our Children's Parr. 
Obedience is the Sacrifice of Angels, ; 


He would not farther preſs me with Perſuaſions 
O'th' inſtant Hour: bur have the gentle Patience 


Vith my old Sorrows, 


Cam. —_— be with thy Soul, whenc'er it bes 


2 er I can love again. Maids, thar have loy LM ir 
ö hey be worth that noble Teſtimony, 


Weep, deep within; not in their Eyes, or Accents; 
eb may be ſlip'd away; or with two Tears 
nd our of all Remembrance: Mine, no Phylick 


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D. Bern. Hear the Duke, good Wench. | 
Leon. I do molt heedfully. My gracious Lord, | 


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Cam. Why doſt look at me? | | 
Alas! I cannot BOY thee. N | 
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A Farewell ro my murther'd Julio. 


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Was ſome choice Fellow, ſome true Gentleman; 
I-give thy Morher Thani fort e! s no Ha 


' admit the Boy; If he know me, and ſays. 

J ftole him from his Friends, and caſt him off, 
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Thou art a right one, ev'ry Inch. — Thy Father 
(For, without Doubt, that Snuff never hegot Thee;) 


done. | | 
W ould 1 were young ee had but thee, 
A good Horfe under me, and a good Sword, 
And chus much for Inheritance 
[Violante ers, once or leis, 15 fn 
herſelf, but goes a 
Date. What Boy's That, 55 50 
Has offer'd twice or thrice to break upon 5 
I've noted him, and ſtill he falls back fearful. 
Rod. Al little. Boy, Sir, like a e, ee 
Duke. Les. | 
Rod. Tis your Pages Brothers — One th | 
Was ſo, late. 1050 9 
Henr. My Page! W hat Page? NAP 114. 
Rod. Ev'n fo he ſays, your Page; $60} l 
And more, and worſe, you ſtole him eh his ref - 
And promis:d. him. Preferment. 
Henr. I, Prefermenr? 3 
Rod. And on ſome flight Occaſion let hit wp. 
Here on theſe Mountains, where he had been ſtau 1 
Had not my People found him, as we travelr'd, - | 
This was not handſome, Brother. ' +. | 


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Henr. - You're err 
Nod. You'll lind it ſober Tru tb. 
.f fo, tis ill. - | 
Henr. Tis Fiction all, r. —— Brother, you na 
pleaſe 14 


To look ſome other Fool to put theſe Tricks on; 4 
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Euer Violante. | 


Red. Here is the Bay. If he devy t this to you, 

hen I have wrong'd you. 5 

Date. Hear me; What's thy Name: Hope 
Viol. Florio, an't like your Grace. 

Date. A pretty Child. 

V here waſt thou born? 12 

Vol. On t'other Side the Mountains. 

Duke. What are thy Friends? | 

| id. —=— A Father, Sir; but poor. 


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Dake. How: cameſt thou: hither ? how, to leave thy 5 


Father? 


u Viel. That noble Gentleman pleas-d once to like 


me, [Pointing to klenriquez. 
Ind, not to lye, ſo much to doat upon me, 
KEE hat wich his Promiſes he won my Youth, * 
end Ind Duty, from my Father: Him 1 fellow d. . 
Rod. How ſay you now, Brother? BE 
Cam. — Ay, my Lord, how ſay You? . 
en. As I have Life and Soul, 'tis all a Trick, Sir. 
ar (ev er ſaw the ors before. 
 W/nU ——————O Sire? 
l not your Soul to witneſs in a en 
Id 'tis not noble in you, to deſpiſe 
hat you have made thus. If I lye, let Juſtice 
urn all her Rods upon me. 
n Dake. * * Fye, Henriquez; 
ere is no Trace of ua in this Boy. 
1; n. A good . Be not fearful : Speak thy 
..- ature, ſure, meant thou ſhould'fl eee, ee 
d then't had been no Marvel he had bobb'd thee. 
Date. Why did he put thee from hin:; 
1710. —— That to me 
ict unknown, Sir; for my Faith, he could not; ; 
Fever did deceive him: for my Service, 


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"x pad no juſt Cauſez what my Youth was able, 
My Will ftill put in Act, to. pleaſe my Maſter: 
I cannor fteal ; therefore that can be nothing 
To my Undoing : no, nor lye; my Breeding, 
Tho? it be plain, is honeſt, "$7 
.. Weep not, Child. 
Cam. This Lord * * Men, Women, 
Children already: What farther Plot he has, the Dy 
knows. 4 
Duke. If thou can'ſt bring a Witneſs of thy Wi #4 
(Elſe it would be Injuſtice to believe thee, 
He having ſworn againſt it;) thou ſhalt wy 
J bind it with my Honour, Satisfaction 5 
To thine own Withes. | 
ol. = I defire no more, Sir. 
I have a Witneſs, and a noble one, 
For Truth and Honeſty. | 
Rod. Go, +48 him hither, [Exit Viola 
Hienr. This lying * will take him to his Heels 
And leave me Hander'd.. 
Rod. ——— Il be his Voucha;) 
Fleur. Nay then tis — mh this is Confederacy, WW 
Rod. That he has been an Agent in your Servi 
Appears from this. Here is a Letter, Brother, 
(Produc'd, perforce, to give him Credit with we z) 
The Writing, yours; the Matter, n for bo, 
He ſays; he can explain it. 


Cam. — = — — Then, belike, 
A young He-bawsd. WY =_ 
Heur. ———— This Porgery confounds me! 


Dale. Read it, Roderick, 1 
i 25 Reads.) Our Prudence ſhould now hand "Wo 
Forget, what bur Indiſcretion bas 

5 mitted. I have already made on 
tswards this Wi dum 

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Hur. My gracious Father, give me Pardon; 
do confeſs, I lome fuch Letter wrote 911 
The Purport all too trivial for your Ear,) , . 
But how it reach'd this young Diſſembler's Hande, 
what I cannot ſolve. For on my Soul, 7 
and by the Honours of my Birth and Houſe, 
be Minion's Face 'till now I never ſaw. ; 
Rod. Run not too far in Debt on Proteſtation.— 
hy ſhould you do a Child this Wrong? | ; 
Henr.. aj — — Go to; 
four Friendſhips paſt warrant not this Abuſe: 
you provoke me thus, I ſhall forget | 
hat you are to me. This is a meer Practice, 
nd Villany to draw me into Scandal. "rs Fn 
Rod. No more; you are a Boy. — Here comes a 
Witneſs, I, a 1 
all prove you ſo: No more 


Enter Julio, diſguis'd, Violante, at 4 Woman. 


err. ————— Another Raſcal! ö 
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. . Ha! [Seeing Violante. | 
vic. Whar's here? | "4 

„ By all my Sins, the injur'd Fiolante. ¶Aſide. 

ne % Now, Sir, whoſe Practice breaks? 

o WW —— —— Is this a Page? [70 Henr, 

a. One that has done him Service, 


he has paid her for't 3 but broke his Covenant. 

* My Lord, I come not now to wound your 
pirit. 3 

pure Affection dead, which firſt betrayd moe, 

Claim dye with it! Only let me not 


| Wk to the Grave with Infamy upon me: 
& my Virtue, tho? it hurt your Faith; 
my laſt Breath ſhall ſpeak Henrigquez noble; 5 | 
. What a fierce Conflict Shame, and wounded 
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Raiſe in my Breaſt! but Honour ſhall o' ercome. 
'She looks as beauteous, and as innocent. 
As when I wrong'd her. — Virtuous Violante! 
Too good for me! dare you till love a Man, 

So faithleſs as I am? I know you love me. 
Thus, thus; and thus, I print my vow'd Repentance 
Let all Men read it here. — My gracious Father, 
Forgive, and make me rich with your Conſent, 


Tbis is my Wife; no other would I chuſe, 4 
Were ſhe a Queen 


Cam. Here's a new Change. Bernard looks dull upomt 
Hienr. And fair Leonora, from whoſe Virgin Arms 
1 forc'd my wrong'd Friend Julio, O forgive me. 
Take home your holy Vows, and let him have 'em 
That has deſerv'd tbem. O that he; were here! 
That I might own the Baſeneſs of my Wrong, 
And purpos'd Recompence. My Volante, 
ou mutt again be widow'd : for I vow 
A ceaſeleſs Pilgrimage, ne'er to know Joy, 
Till I can give it ro the injur'd Julio. | 
| 925 This almoſt melts me. But my poor ld 
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Nad. Vil ſtop that Voyage, Brother. —Gentle La 
What think you'of this honeſt Man? 
ST ARE: 7, 707%; 57) , | 
My Thoughts, my Lord, were all employ'd within 
He has a Face makes me remember ſomething - | 
I have thought, well of; how he looks upon me! 
Poor Man, he weeps. — Ha! ftay; it cannot be — 
He has his Eye, his Features, Shape, and Geſture" 
Would, he would ſpeak. VE, = 
Jul. Leonora, — ," {Throws off bis Dill 
Leon. —— — Yes, tis He. # 
O Ecttacy of Joy. "7 hey emi" 
Cam. Now, what's the Matter? „ 
Rod. Let cm alone; they're almoſt ſtarvd Wi 
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What is he? N 
Rod. A certain "169 of yours. 
Cam. ĩ v The Devil he is. 

| Rod. If 7 be the Devil, that Devil muſt call you 

Father. | 

Cam. By your Leavealittle, 10 Are you my Julio: 7 

Jul. My Duty tells me fo, Sir, 

Still on my Knees/— But Love engroſs'd me all 


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Cam. Nay, to't again : I will not hinder you! «Ki; 
Tis he 

Leon. The righteous Pow'rs at length have crown d 

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Think, Julio, from the Storm char s now o terblaven, / 

Tho' Pur Affliction combat Hope awhile, 

When Lovers ſwear true Faith, rhe lining Angels 

Stand on the goiden Baitlemen!s of Heav'n, 

And waft their Vows to the Eternal Throne. 

h were our Vows, and ſo are they repaid. 

Due. E'en as you are, we Uf join your Hands to- 
gether. 

\ Providence above our Pow'r rules all. 

Isk him F — Boy. [To Henriquez. 

-, 8 He has it, Sir: 

he Fault was Love's, not his. 


F Hour, ——— 


od — Brave, gcn'rous Julio. . 
66 knew thy Nobleneſs of old, and priz'd It, 
hure Till Paſſiom made me blind . more, my Friend, 


bare in a Heart, that ne'er ſhall wrong thee more. 

Rod, Brother, — 

Red. — 'This Embrace cuts off Excuſes. 

Dake. I muſt.” in part, repair my Son's Offence: 

t your beſt Leiſure, Julio, know our Court. 

ind, Violante, (for I know you now) 

ave a Debt to pay: Your good old Father, 

ace, when I chas'd the Boar, preſerv'd my Life: 

For that good Decd, and for your Virtuc's Sake, bh 
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