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To all to whom theſe — ſhall come, rt: ue __ our City of Londen, Gent, hath, by his Petition, hembly* s. % . to Us, That He having, ut x. conſiderable Expence, ur _-- chaſed the Manuſcript Copy * an Original Play Witzen ED ©» SHAKESPEARE, calle Double Falſhoed : 05 The 90150 Lors; = - + and, with great Labour and: Pain, N and 10 12 8.4 = . to the Stage; bas humbly beſought Royal * J — Nie and Licence, for the f. e Priating Ly Poblithing . — for the Term of Fourteen Years; We, being willing te give aid Lewis Theobald, his Executors, Adminiſtrators, and Al Play, in ſuch Size and Manner, as He and They ſhall think fit, for I the Term of Fourteen Years, to be computed from the Date here- of; ſtrifily forbidding all our Subjects within our Kingdom and Dominions, to- Reprint the ſame, either in the like, or iv any other Sli.se, or Manner whatſoever; or to Import, Buy, Vend, Utter, or Dittribute, any Copies thereof, Reprinted beyond the Seas, during | &. _- - the aforeſaid Tim « of Fourteen Years, without the Conſent, or Ap- = probation of the ſaid Lewis Theobald, his Heirs, Executors, and — - * Affigns, under his, or their Hands and Seals firſt had and obtain- — *# ed, as they will anſwer the contrary at their Peril: Whereof the 5 Te Commiſboners, and other Officers of our Cuſtoms, the Maſter,: - Wardens, and Company of Stationers, are to take Notice, that the ſame may 128 the Regiſter of the ſaid Company, and that | 3 : due Obedience be rendered — Given at Our at St. aas, the Fifth TI of He 1727, in the Firſt Year, of Our | | ä 95 | By his Majeſty's Command, HoLLEs NzweasTLs. -A Whereas our Truſty, and Well-beloved Lewis Theahald; of = ELL 3 . _ 4 .* : F FI. 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I bear ſo dear an Affection to the Writings and Memory of Suakz- SPEARE, that, as it is my good Fortune to retrieve this Remnant of his Pen from n ſo it is my greateſt Ambition 1 that 9 DEDICATION. en hat. this Piece ſhould: be received: gane the Ptrotection of fuch a Patron: And, I hope, Future Times when they mean to pay the beſt Compliment, will re- member to ſay, Mr. Dopixorox was that Friend to his Remains, which his own. SOUTHAMPTON was to his ling Merit. It is from the fine Difeernment of dur Patrons, that we can generally beſt pro- miſe Ourſelves the good Opinion of the Publick. You are not only, 816, a diſ- tinguiſhed Friend of the Maes; but moſt intimately allied to them: And from beck it is 1 flatter, Myſelf, that if You "ſhalt think fit to, pronounce this Piece genuine, it will ſilence the Cenſures of thoſe Uhibe- levers who think it. icmpoſſible a Manu- ſcript, ef Shakeſpeare could ſo long have Jain dormant; and who are blindly pay- ing Me a greater Compliment than either * deſign, or I can merit, while they CE cannot — DEDT CATI as cannot but confeſs'T hemſelves pleaſed, or 7 would fain inſinuate that they are impoſed - uppen. I ſhould eſteem it ſome Sort of Fire, were J able to commit ee 25 | W 970 62% 1250 | y But pardon Me, sis, for a Di greſſion that perverts the very Rule of Dedications I own, I have my Reaſons for it. As, Sir, your known. Integrity and Honour _ engages the warmeſt Wiſhes of all good Men for your Proſperity, ſo your known Diſtinction in Polite Letters, and your ge- nerous Encouragement of Thoſe who pre- tend to them, obliges us to conſider your Advancement, as our own perſonal In- tereſt, and as a good Omen, at leaſt, if not as the ſureſt Means, of the future flouriſhing Condition of thoſe Humane Arts amongſt us, which We profeſs, and which You adorn. But neither Your | Modeſty, nor my [nability, will ſuffer - - +" | me. vil DEDICATION. | me to enter upon that Subject. Permit me, therefore, 8 1A, to convert Paneg yrici into a moſt ardent Wiſh, that You would look with a tender Eye on this dear Reich, and that you would believe me, with the A moſt Uk ED Zeal and Reſpect, 918, wee e e * our moſt Devoted R 11 ond Obedient Hunble Sven, LEW, THEOBALD. PREFACE dei e et y HE Succeſs whictiztis Play has met wh 4 - the Town in the Repreſentation; (to ſay nothing of the Reception it found from thoſe Great * to whom I have had the Honour of communi- cating it in Manuſcript, ) has almoſt made the Purpoſe of a Preface unneceſſary: And therefore what I have to ſay, is deſign'd-rather'to wipe out a flying Objection or two, than to labour at proving it the Production of Shakeſpeare. It has been alledg'd as incredible, that ſuch a Curioſity ſhould be ſtifled and loft to the World for above a Cen- tury. To this my Anſwer is ſhort; that though it never till now made its Appearance on the Stage, yet one of the Manuſcript Copies, which I have, is of above Sixty Years Standing, in the Hand- writing of Mr. "Downes, the famous Old Prompter and, as I am credibly in- form'd, was early in the Poſſeſſion of the celebrated Mr. Betterton, and by Him deſign'd to have been uſher'd into the World. What Aceident prevented This Pur: — of his, I do not pretend to know: Or thro' what ands it had ſucceſſively paſs'd before that Period of Time. There is a Tradition (which I have from the Noble Perſon, who ſupply d me wich One of my Copies) that this Play was given by our Author, as a Preſent f 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 qr at a very good Rate,) which may not, perhaps, quite ſo Old as the Former; but One of Them is much more perfect, and has fewer Flaus and Interrup: tions in the Senſe. Another Objection has been ſtarted, (which would carry much more Weight with it, were it a Fact ;) that the Tale of this Play, being built upon a Novel in Deu Quixot, Chronology is againſt Us, and Shakeſpeare could not be the Author. But it happens, that the 777} Part of Don Quixot, which contains the Novel upon which the PR EFAC E of the Eplrox. wviſh, chat Every Thing which is good, or pleaſing, in - 5 ” J , Sig Du KR BFA ES 2 1 9 W — > $ 4 2 4 1 yy . "0 * f g . . þ PP } F # ® o g 4a , Gy * & * i — * * . 4 | — 0 1 - the Tale of this Play ſeems to be built, was publiſh'd in the Year 1605, and our Shakeſpeare did not dye till April 1616 an Interval of no leſs than Eleven Tears, and more than ſufficient for All that we want granted. © | Orders again, to depreciate the Affair, as they thought, "have been pleaſed to urge, that tho the Play may have ſome Reſemblances of Shakeſpeare, yet the Colouring, Dic- lion, and Characters, come nearer to the Style and Man- ner of FIX THERA. This, I think, is far from deſerving any Anſwer; I ſubmit it to the Determination of better Judgments; tho* my Partiality for Shateſpeure makes me that other great Poet, had been owing to his I had once deſign d a Diſſertaliom to prove this Play to be of Shakeſpeare's Writing, from ſome of its remarkable Pe- culiarities in the Language, and Nature of the Thoughts : but as I could not be ſure but that the Play might be at- tack'd, I found it adviſeable, upon ſecond Confideration, to reſerve that Part to my Defence. That Danger, I think, is now over; ſo I muſt look out for a better Oc» | caſion. I am honour'd with ſo many powerful Sollici- tations, preſſing Me to the Proſecution of an Attempt, which I have begun with ſome little Succeſs, of reftoring Snak sp EARE from the numerous Corruptions of his Text; that I can neither in Gratitude, nor Man- ners, longer refiſt them. I therefore think it not amiſs bdere to promiſe, that, tho* private Property ſhould ſo ſar ſtand in my Way, as to prevent me from putting out an , Edition of Shakeſpeare, yet, ſome Way or other, if I live, the Publick © ſhall receive from my Hand his «whole Won xs corrected, with my beſt Care and Ability. This may furniſh an Occaſion for ſpeaking more at large concerning the preſent Play: For which Reaſon I ſhall nov drop it for another Subject. As to the Performance of the reſpective AFors concern'd in this Play, my applauding It here would be altogether ſuperfluous. The Publick has diſtinguiſn'd and given them a Praiſe, much beyond Any that can flow * 8 en. "IC * EE TED. . 50 But I have ſome.particularAcknow e to the Managers. of this Company, for which I am glad to embrace ſo fair an Opportunity. "44; I came to Them at this Juncture as ag Editor, not an Author, and have met with ſo much Candour; and hand- ſome Treatment from Them, that I am willing to be- lieve, the Complaint, which has ſo commonly obtain'd, of their Diſregard 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, but that the Town requires Novelty at their Hands. On the other hand, they muſt be ſo far Judges of their own Art and Profeflion, as to know, that all the Compoſitions,” which are offer'd them, would never go | down with Audiences of ſo nice and delicate a Taſte, as in this Age frequent the Theatres. It would be very hard upon ſuch a Community, where ſo many Intereſts are concern'd, and ſo much Merit in their Buſineſs allow' d. if they had not a Privilege of refuſing ſome crude Pieces, tod imperfect for the Entertainment of the Publick. I would not be thought to infer, that they have never diſcourag'd what They might, perhaps, afterwards wiſh they had receiv d. They do not, I believe, fer up for ſuch a Conſtant Infallibility. But if We do but fairly conſider out of above Cour Thouſand Plays extant, how ſmall a Number will now ſtand the Teſt; if We do but conſider, too, how often a raw Performance has been ex- told by the Partiality of private Friendſhip ; and what a Clamour of Injury has been rais'd from that Quarter, upon ſuch Performance meeting a Repulſe; we may pretty eaſily account for the Grounds upon which they proceeded in diſcountenancing ſome Plays, and the harſh Things that are thrown out upon their giving a Repulſe to others. But I'ſhould beg Pardon for interfering in this Que- ſtion, in which T am properly neither Party nor Judge. I am only throwing out a private Opinion, without Intereſt or Prejudice, and-if I am right in the Nation, Valeat quantum valere poteſt. P R O- 6—— cont > wo i a 007 Prin — ” — — — — — — —— — — - — —__ — —— r P i 4 ! 1 . ! 4 * 29 „ af * a a £1 n Ha $95. 12 * * R 0 L O U Ml. Tu * 5 * yy ET « [8 4 £77 „* 12 4 * #6 * hs? 10 9 5 6h | 70 «44 $41 05 78 in 7 Reis 3 88 Skies. : - 4 4 Enricb the Soil, a thouſand. Plarts ariſe 5 Ki oqnitas and. bold; a thouſand Landſtips meet tie ment) Our raviſt Viet, irregularly ſweets : We gaze, divided, now on Theſe, now Nee a wines by PHILIP FROWDE, Ecq; So $ + 2x $a» » * 5 J 1 "Aa Spokes by Mr. Wiens. 0 ws c 3 20153 00000008 ooo eee * F) While All one beauteous Wilderneſs compoſe. . e Such SHAKESPEARE'sS Genius was: Let Britons bt | The glorious Birth, and, eager, firive who mf | + Shall celebrate bis Verſe; far avbile. 06.1raife Trephies of Fame to bim, ourſelves wwe Page e Diſpley the" Talents of a Britiſh Mind, Where All is great, free, open, unconfin'd. e H0Ney Be it our Pride, to reach his darling Flight dos OY And reliſþ Beauties, he. alone could urite. Mit modern Authors, fearful: to aſpire, With Imitation cramp their genial Fire; Aa. 4 2. The «well ſchem'd Plan keep ftrif? before their E Eyes, * Dwell on Proportions, trifling Decenties; While noble Nature all neglected lies. | J Nature, that claims Precedency of Place, Perfeflion's Baſis, and effential Grace! Nature PROLOGUE. xi Nature ſo intimately Suaxesptare Ine, V From ber firſt ſprings his Sentiments he drew, | Moſt greatly wild wy fou ; and, wes moſt wild, While Theſe, ſecure in Shad 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 be bleſs the Scene this Age diſplays, Tranſcending his Eliza's Golden Days! | When great Auousrus fills the Britiſh Throne, And his lov'd Conſort makes the Muſe ber own. How would he joy, to fee fair Merit's Claim Thus anſwer'd in his own reviving Fame How cry with Pride“ Oblivion 1 forgive; « This my laſt-Child to lateſt Times ſhall live : <4 Loft to the World, well for the Birth it ſtay'd; To this K is well NF 2 EPI. E P * . 0 . UV E. Wrinen by a Patrons. en 8 Mrs, Obr. FE EL, Show fend: 111 3 woo e „ Plays, - Theſe Moral Bards of good- Queen Befs's . Days | . They write from Virtue's Laus, and think no- further ;. | But draw @ Rape as dreadful as a Marther. LE Tour modern Wits, more deeply vers'd in Nature, } Can tip the Wink, to tell us, you know better; As who ſpould ſay Tis. no ſuch killing Matter. * We've beard old Stories told, and yet ne er wonder d, © Of many a Prude, that has endur'd @ Hundred: * And Violante grieves, or we're miſtaken, „% Not, becauſe raviſbt; but becauſe—forſaken." — Had this been written to the modern Stage, Her Manners had been copy'd from the Age. Then tho" ſhe bad been puer n A wrong, be flill bad bad the Grate io de held ber Tongue; And after all, with downcaft Looks been led Like any Virgin to the Bridal Bed. N = if the good Man queſtion'd her Miſ-doing, bed flop him ſhort—* Pray, who made you ſo knowing ? ” —— doubt my Virtue! —What's your baſe Intention ? Fir, that's 4 Point above your Comprehenſion.” — WM x e EP I L'O'G UE. ir Well Heav'n be prais'd, the Virtue of our Times 7F Setnres us from our Gothick Grandſires Crimes. Rapes, Magick, new Opinions, which before Have filld our Chronicles, are now no more : And this reforming Age may 15 8 That dreadful: Sin Polyga my is la So far from multiplying Wives, tis 3 Our Huſbands find, they've Work enough with one.— Then, as fer Rapes, thoſe dangerous Days are paſt ;. Our Dapper Sparks are ſeldom. in ſuch. Haſte. In SHAKESPEARE'S Age the Engliſh Youth inſpir d. Tod, as they fought, by him and Beauty fr dl. Nis yours 10 crown the. Bard, whoſe Magick Strain } Could charm the Heroes of that glorious Reign, Which humbled to the Duſt the Pride of Spain. Dramatis 1 at S 0 1 N ” 4 pu Y k . * — © 1 . 1 1 4 5 * A 4. 8 " #1 * . £ [ i . 1 «+ 4 WF Ty * Dravati baba, * 'E iN, : r dN WET, = Nur . e Wr e In 78. In 156. Dale 3 ay 8 Mr. Corey. 1 Clarke. . Roderith, his Elder Son, © Mr. fills. * Mr. Hull. Henriquez, his Younger Son; Mr. Wilks. 5 Mr. Smith. Don Bernard, Father to Leonora, Mr. Harper. Mr. Walter. Camille, Father to Julio, Mr. Grin. Mr. Gibſon. Julio, in Love with leren Mr. Booth © Mr. Naß. Citizen, Mr. Oates. _' Mr. Perry. $4 Maſter of the Flocks, Mr. Bridgwater. Mr. Buck. Firſt Shepherd, Mr. Norris, Mr. Bennet\ Second Shepherd, : Mr. Ray. Mr. Cuſbing. Gentleman, | Ns Mr. Gardner. Servant, "Y Mr. R. Smith. | W O M E N. e Leanora, : "IG WT, 3 ü Mrs. Mattecks. Vielante, Sor 2 50 on * Mrs. Boath,- | Miſs Macklin. SCENE, the Province of Andaluſia in Spain. "gs © DOUBLE # > DOUBLE FALSHOOD; | ; OR, THE DisTREST LOVERS. ACT I SCENE I a SCENE, 4 Royal Palace. Duke Angelo, Roderick, and \Courtrers. % 8 2 n | ious Father, this -unwonted 27 * : Oe 5 Viſits my Heart with Sadneis. Duke. ——— Why, my Son? Making my Death familiar to * Tongue N —— — 2 IM ” 1 Digs not my Grave one Jot before the Date. I've worn the Garland of my Honours long, And would not leave it wither'd to thy Brow, But flouriſhing and green; worthy the Man, Who, * my Dukedoms, beirs my better Glories. B Roder. 2 Dos LE FALSH-00D3 , Roder. This Praiſe, which is my Price, RY me | with Bluſhes. _ Duke. Think not, that I can flatter thee; my Roderick; Or let the Scale of Love © 'er-poize my ] 2159-1738 Like a fair Glaſs of Retroſpection, Thou | Refle&'ſt the Virtues of my early nad Making my old Blood mend its Pace with Tranſport : While fond Henriquez, thy irregular Brother, 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 for ſweet Reclaim. Roger. ———————]1 truſt, my Brother Will, by the Vantage of his cooler Wiſdom, Fer- While redeem the hot Eſcapes of Vouth, And court Opinion with por an Conduct. Due. Be Thou a Prophet in that kind Suggeſtion! . But I, by Fears weighing his unweigh'd FRE, | Interpret for the Future from the PA And ſtrange Miſgivings, why he hath of * By Importunity, and ſtrain'd Petition, Mreſted our Leave of Abſence from the court. | Awake Suſpicion. Thou art inward. with him; And, haply, from the boſom'd Truſt can'ft ape Some formal Cauſe to qualify my Doubts, - Roder. Why he hath preſs'd this "OS; Wo 1 know not; | : * 2 But have his Letters of a modern Date, Wherein by Julio, good Camillo's Ig (Who, as he ſays, ſhall follow hard upon z And whom I with the growing Hour expect? He doth ſollicit the Return of Gold ch To purchaſe certain Horſe, that like him well. This Julio he encounter'd firſt in France, And lovingly commends him to my Favour ; Wiſhing, I would detain him ſome few Days, To knoy the Value of his well-placed Truſt. * j The. Dis TARAEST LOVERS. Dute. Þ have, upon Henriquez' ſtrong Requeſt, Sent for this Julio Thou aſſay to — — 285 ck; An honeſt Spy upon thy Brother's Riots. Make us acquainted: when the Youth arrives; We'll ſee this Julia, and he ſhall from Us Receive the ſecret Loan his F riend n : Bring him'to o Court. n o ? iv _ _— . — 5 a — 37 1580 7 11 —_ = . 4 4 ; 42 A * W n Ara Ko reg: : 8 x 8 CE N E U. Paper fy a Pillage at at a Dy ance. 3 N | Enters Camillo with a Letter 'v Cam. Hm comes the Duke to take ſuch Notice of my Son, that he muſt needs have him in Court, and 1 _ muſt ſend him upon the View of his Letter | Horſemanſhip ! What Horſemanſhip has Julio? I think, he can no more but'gallop a — unleſs he practiſed Riding in France. It may be, he did ſo; for he was there a good Continuance. Bur I have not heard him ſpeak much of his Horſemanſhip. That's no Mat- ter: If he be not a Horſeman, all's one in ſuch 2 Caſe, he muſt bear. Princes are abſolute; they may do what _ will in "OP thing, ſave what they cannot L Enters Julio. | | . O, come on, Sir; read this Paper: No more Ado, but read it: It muſt not be anſwer'd by my. Hand, nor yours, but, in Groſs, by your Perſon ; your ſole Per- ſon. Read aloud. 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 c. too duſty. 1 a , 10 of x | 35 Fo of 4 . uC : = 7 4 Doss FALsHOOD; or, Jul. Hem to Court? Which is the better, to ſerve a Miſtreſs, or a Duke? I am ſued to be his Slave, and I K ſue to be Leonora s. 75 Aide. Cam. You ſhall find your Horſemanſhip much priifed there; Are you ſo good a Horſeman ? Jul. I have been, Eer now, commended for my Seat, or inodke'd: Cam. Take one Commendation with another, every Third's a Mock.—Afffett not therefore to be praiſed. Here's a deal of Command and Entreaty mixt; there's no denying z you muſt 80, peremptorily he inforces That. | Jul. What Fortune l. my Going ſhall encounter, $5 : Thane be good Fortune; What I part withall unſea- ; ſons any other Goodneſs. , [Afade. Cam. You muſt needs £93 he rather conjures, than importunes. * No Daving of my Love-Suit to him now !— [ Afige. Gam. Great Fortunes have grown out of leſs Grounds: Jul. What may her Father think of me, who expects ; to be ſolicited this very Night ? [ Afeae. Cam. Thoſe ſcatterd Pieces of Virtue, - which are in him, the Court. will ſolder together, mich. and rectify. Jul. He will ſutely think I deal too nightly, 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. Aide. Cam. Well, Sir, have you read i it over? ; -- Yes, Sir. Cam. And conſider'd it? Jul. As I can. Cam. If you are courted by good Fortune, you muſt 5 Jil. 80 it pleaſe you, Sir. * Can. \ De Dis TREST Lovers & *. By any Means, and To- morrow: Is- it not there the Limits of his Requeſt? . Jul. It is, Sir. | Cam. 1 muſt bethink me of ſome Nestle, with: ; out which you might be unfurniſh'd ; And my Sup- plies ſhall. at all Convenience follow You. -. Come to my Clog by and ds I wauld there "ou with You, W Manet Julio ſolus. Jul I do not ſee that Fervour in the Maid. Which Youth and Love ſhould kindle, She conſents As *twere to feed without an Appetite ; "A Tells me, She is content; and plays the Coy one, Like Thoſe that ſubtly make their Words their Ward, 2 | , Keeping Addreſs at Diſtance. © This Affection Is ſuch a feign'd One, as will break untouch'd; Dye froſty, ere it can be thaw'd; while mine, Like to a Clime beneath Hyperion's Eye, Burns with one conſtant Heat. I'll alt go to her; me her to regard my Honour: But ſhe greets me.—. | Enter Leonora, and Maid, | See, how her Beauty doth inrich the Place! O, "add the Muſick of thy charming Tongue, - Sweet as the Lark that wakens ip: the Morn, And make me think it Paradiſe-indeed. I was about to ſeek thee, Leonora, And chide thy Coldneſs, Love. Leon. —————— What fays your Father? Ful. I have not mov'd him yet. Leon. ——— Then do not, Julio Jul. Not move him ? Was it not your own Command, That his Conſent ſhould ratify our Loves ? Leon. Perhaps, it was: But now I've chang'd my Mind. You purchaſe at too dear a Rate, that puts You To woo me and your Father too: Beſides, |, a He, perchance, may ſay, You ſhall not have me; B 3 You, [Exit Camillo. | — - 6 Dobs II FatsnooD; or, Tou, who are ſo obedient, muſt diſcharge me . Out of your Fancy ; Then, you know, *twill prove My Shame and Sorrow, meeting ſuch Repulſe, ä To weir the Willow in my Prime of Youth. - + 133 Jul. Oh E do not rack me with theſe ill. placd a 1 Doubts; 4 Nor think, tho Age has in my Father's Breaſt Put out Love's F lame, he therefore has not Eyes, Or is in Judgment blind, You wrong your Beauties, Perenus will frownif you deſpiſe her Gifts, That have a Face would make a frozen Hermit Leap from his Cell, and burn his Beads to kiſs it ; i, Ms, that are nothing but continual Births Oft new Deſires in Thoſe that view their Beams. —_— Tou cannot have a Cauſe to doubt. | 1 — Why, Julio? When 586 that dare not chuſe without your Father, And, where you love, you dare not vouch it; muſt not, WC Though you have Eyes, ſee with em can I, think | you, Somewhat, perhaps, infected with your Suit, Sit down content to ſay, You would, but dare not? Jul. Urge not Suſpicions of what cannot be; T uou deal unkindly; mis-becamingly, ' © 'm loth to ſay : For All that waits on you, | Is grac'd, and * —— No Impediment Stix bar my Wiſhes, but ſuch grave Delays As Reafon prefſes Patience with; which blunt not, But rather het our Loves. Be patient, Sweet. Leon. Patient! What elſe? My Flames are in the Flint, Haply, to loſe a Huſband I may weep _ Never, to get One : When I cry for Bondage, | . Let Freedom quit me a _. ul, ———— From what a Spirit comes This? _ - I now perceive too plain, you care not for me. =_ . Duke, I obey thy Summons, be its Tenour i 1 Whate'er it will: If War,. I come thy Soldier: 1 Or if to waſte mo ſilken Hours at Court, The 1 - — . 1 Dre ni Lovzas. : 7 The Slave of Faſhion, I with willing Soul | Embrace the lazy Baniſhment for Lie; | Since Leonora has pronounc'd my Doom, Leon. What do you mean? Why talk you of 0 Duke? Wherefore of War, 'or Court, or Baniſuhment? Jul. How this new N ote is grown of me, 1 know not; But the Duke writes for Me. Coming to 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 ſhall, perhaps, nw (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 ſay, So pleaſe you, Father, I have choſen This Miſtreſs for my own. Jul. — —— Still you ane! Ever your Servant I profeſs myſelf; And will not blot me with a Change, for all That Sea and Land inherit. Leon. But when go you? 3 1 Love; fo runs the Duke's Com- man Stinting our Farewell- kiſſes, cutting off The Forms af Parting, and the Interchange Of thouſand precious Vows, with Haſte too rude. Lovers have Things of Mcment to debate, More than a Prince, or dreaming Stateſman, know: : Such Ceremonies wait on Cupid's Throne. Why heav'd that Sigg? Leon. O Julio, = me whiſper What, but for Parting, I mode bluſh to tell thee : | M. Sie beats thick with Fears, leſt the gay Scene, Splendors of a Court, ſhould from thy Breaſt B 4 Baniſh | 3 DousLlz FAL$H00D , Baniſh my Image, kill my Int'reſt in thee, vel? S&T And l be left the Scoff of Maids, to drop | A Widow's Tear for thy departed Faith. Jul. O let Aſſurance, ſtrong as Words can bad“ Tell thy pleas'd Soul, I will be wond'rous faithful; True, as the Sun is to his Race of Light, - As Shade to Darkneſs, as Deſire to Beauty: , And when I ſwerve, let Wretchedneſs o'ertake me, Great as &er Falſhood met, or 92 can merit. Leon. Enough; I'm ſatisfied: will remain Yours, with a firm and untir'd Ct 9 5 Make not your Abſence long: Old Men are wav' ring; And ſway'd by Int'reſt more than Promiſe giv'n. Should "Ba freſh Offer ſtart, when you're away, I may be preſt to Something; which muſt put My Faith, or my Obedience, to the Rack. " ul. Fear not, but J with ſwifteſt Wing of Time Will labour my Return. And in my Abſence, 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. Leen. Is there no Inſtance of a Friend turn'd falſe ? Take Heed of That: No Love 88 * W My Father — Enters Don Bernard. D. Bern. What, Julio, in publick ? This Wooing is too urgent. Is your Father yet moved in the Suit, who mutt he the prime Unfolder of this Buſineſs ? Jul. | have not yet, indeed, at full poſſeſo'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, —— — Yeu may halt after her, whom you profeſs to purſue, and catch ker too; Marry, nat unleſs e Dis TarsT-Lovans. + g upleſs our Father let you lip. Briefly, I deſire 752 (for ſhe tells me, my Inſtructions ſhall be both Iyes and Feet to her;) no farther to inſiſt in your Re- quiring, *till, 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, nin 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. 1 D. Bern. His Father is as unſettled, as he is wayward - 7 in his Diſpoſition. If 1 thought young Julio's Temper. were not mended by the Metal of his Mother, I ſhould be ſomething crazy in giving my Conſent to this Match : And, to tell you true, if my Eyes might be the Di- rectors to your Mind, I could in this Town look upon twenty Men of more delicate Choice. I ſpeak not This altogether to unbend your Affections to him: But the Meaning of what I ſay is, that you Tet ſuch Price upon yourſelf to him, as Many, and much his Betters, would buy you at; (and reckon thoſe Virtues in you at the Rate. of their Scarcity ;) to which if he come not up, you remain for a better Mart, | Leon. My Obedience, Sir, is chain'd to your Ad- vice, Lover is a little Folly-tainted ; which, ſhortly after it proves ſo, you will repent. | Leon. Sir, I confeſs, I approve him of all the Men I know; but that Approba: ion is nothing, till ſeaſon'd by your Conſent.” + - . D. Bern. We ſhall hear ſoon what his Father will do, and fo proceed accordingly. I have no great Heart to the Buſineſs, neither will I with any Violence op- * pole the Buſineſs has no Life, and cannot Gnd a Begin- Ful. Sir, I will know his Mind, eer I taſte Sleep: D. Bern. Tis well ſaid, and wiſely. I fear, your - * nat * - to Dovite Farsnoon;': ar, ſ it: But leave it to that Power which-rules in theſe 383 and * an End. neg haſte We | homeward, Girl. Is Excunt. 8 0 E N E III. Enter Henriquez, and Servants with Lights. Henr. Bear the Lights cloſe: — Where is the Mu- fick, - Sirs ? - | Serv. Coming. my Lord. Hier. Let em not come too near. This Maid, For whom my Sighs ride on the Night's chill Vapour, ” Is born moſt humbly, tho? ſhe be as fair As Nature's richeſt Mould and Skill can make her, | MMended with ſtrong Imagination. Bot what of That? Th' Obſcureneſs of her Birth il | Cannot eclipſe the Luſtre of her Eyes, | | Which Kc + her all One Light. — — Strike up, my F Maſters ; —_ But touch the Strings with a religious Softneſsz _-- l | ia! Teach Sound to languiſh thro* the Night's dull El. If Till Melancholy ſtart from her lazy Couch, 11 And Careleſſneſs grow Convert to Attention. wy | [Muſick Plays. ob me ers Wonder, when I ſometimes Hear her diſcourſe; The Court, whereof Report And Gueſs alone inform her, ſhe will rave at, As if ſhe there'ſev'n Reigns had ſlander'd Time. Then, when ſhe reaſons on her Country State, Health, Virtue, Plainneſs, and“ Simplicity, On Beauties true in Title, ſcorning Art, Freedom as well to do, as think, what's good; 1 My Heart grows ſick of Birth and empty Rank, 1 And I become a Villager in Wiſh. ö _ Play on "0 She ſleeps too ſound : —— 'Be ſtill, and . van ** ; ee 6 A Gleam \ ” FT ATT. — De Dis Tarr Loving 11 A Gleam of Dan breaks ſudden from her Window : 0 "TW graced by that midnight Hand! At leaſt, for them to grow there. Violante appears above at ber Window. | Viet: Who is't, that wooes at this late Hour ? What are you? + Henr. One, who for your dear "2 IR A] Viol. Watches the ſtarleſs Night! - | My Lord Henriquez, or my Ear deceives me. You ve had my Anſwer, and *tis more than ſt You'll combat theſe Repulſes, Good my Lord, Be Friend to your own Health, and give me Leave, Securing my poor Fame, nothing to pity | What Pangs you ſwear you ſuffer. *Tis rn To plant your choice Affections in my Shade, * Why, Violante? Viol. Alas! Sir, there are Reaſons numberleſs © To bar your Aims. Be warn'd to Hours more wholefom ; 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, * N77 Suffer. Ev'n = Abuſe of Things Divine, ſet vp Plain Girls, like me, the Idols of their Worſhip, Then left them to bewail their eaſie Faith, And ſtand the World's Contempt. Henry, —— ————— Your Memory, Joo faithful to the i Wrongs of few loſt Maids, Makes Fear too general. Viol. —— Let us be homely, And let us too be chaſte, doing you Lords no wrong; But crediting your Oaths with ſuch a Spirit, As you profeſs them: ſo no Party truſted Shall make a loſing Bargain, _Home, my Lord, What you can fay, is moſt unſeaſonable ; - What ling, Moſt abſonant and harſh : Nay, your Perfume, Which I ſmell hither, cheers not my Senſe 8 our Field-violet's Breath. Henr. * A - - * . 2 k 49 Dov ex Pay ng aDg Ky, Her. — — - Why, this outer Does more invite my Staying. Viol. — Men of your Temper | | Make &v'ry Thing their Bramble. But I wrong That which I am preſerving, my Maid's Name, To hold fo long Diſcourſe. - Your Virtues guide you T' effect ſome nobler Purpoſe! Er. Violante. 2 . Henr. Stay, bright Maid ! 1 Come back, and leave me with a fairer H = ne: —No matter! — I have brib'd her ä 2 ſhall gain Admittance. — | _ am I, that am thus contemn'd ? - The ſecond Son to a Prince? — Yes; well; What then? Why, your great Birth forbids you to deſcend Toa 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 "0 Not by myſelf, but thrown by Fortune on Me, Pp Or by I Merit of ſome Anceſtor = Of ſingular Quality,- She doth inherit Deſerts t'outweigh 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. The Digni ties we wear, are Gifts of Pride: Toe And laugh'd at by the V. as meer Outſide. [Exit. End of the F rſt Af, , _- 5 , | * nu. Drovanst Lovers 13 ACT I. SCENE I. 8 EN E, The Profpett of a Village. Enter Fabian and Lopez; Henriquez on the Oppoſite Side. Lop Lap. GOFT, ſoft you, Neighbour ; - who comes here? Pray you, link aſide. Henr. Ha! Is it come to this? Oh the Devil, the Devil, the Devil! Fab. Lo you now! for want of the diſcreet Ladle of a cool W 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 That 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. Downright Love! I fee by . Love! Love! the Fooliſhneſs of it. | Henr. Now then to Recolleftion——Was't not ſo? A Promiſe firſt of Marriage —— Not a Promiſe only, for *twas bound with Surety of a thouſand Oaths ;—— and thoſe not light ones neither. Yet I remember too, thoſe Oaths could not prevail; th' unpraftis'd Maid trembled to meet my Love: By Force alone I 5 ſnacch'd 14 DovzsL's FaisHooD; er, | ſnatch'd th' imperfect Joy, which now torments my Memory. Not Love, but brutal Violence prevail d ; to which the Time, and Place, and Opportunity, were "hea moſt diſhonourable. Shame, Shame, upon it "Fab, What a Heap of Stuff's this fancy this Fellow's Head would make a good Pedlar's Pack, Neighbour. | ws Hold, let me be ſend to my Self, but not unjuſt;—— Was it a Rape, then? No. Her Shrieks, her Exclamations then had drove me from her. True, ſhe did not conſent ; as. true, ſhe did reſiſt ; but till in Silence all. — Twas but the Coyneſs of a mo- deſt Bride, not the Reſentment of a raviſht Maid. And is the Man yet born, who would not riſque the _ Guilt to meet the Joy? The Guilt? that's true but then the Danger; the Tears, the Clamours of the ruin'd Maid, purſuing me to Court. That, that I fear, will (as, it already does my Conſcience) ſome- thing ſhatter my Honour. What's to be done? But now I have no Choice. Fair Leonora reigns confeſt the Tyrant Queen of my revolted Heatt, and Violante ſeems a ſhort Uſurper there.——7ulio's already by my Arts remov*d. O Friendſhip, how. wilt thou an- ſwer That? Oh, that a Man could reaſon down this Fever of the Blood, or footh with Words the Tumult in his Heart! Then, Julio, 1 might be, indeed, thy Friend. They, they only ſhould condemn me, 'who, born devoid of Paſſion, ne*er have prov'd the fierce Diſputes *rwixt Virtue and Deſire. While they, who have, like me, Ihe looſe Eſcapes of youthful Nature known. . Muſt wink at mine, indulgent to their own. [Exit Henriquez. This Man is certainly mad, and may be miſ- chievous. Pr' ythee, Neighbour, let's follow him ; but at ſome Diſtance, for fear of the worſt, [ Exeunt, after Henr. SCEN . n TAEST LOVYIIS. I; * SCENE IL. An Apartment. Enters Violante alone. 5 © Yiel. Whom ſhall J look upon without a Bluſh 2 There's not a Maid, whoſe Eye with Virgin Gaze Pierces not to my Guilt, What wil't avail me, To ſay I was not willing; '- Nothing ; but that I publiſh my Diſhonour, And wound my Fame anew.——0O Miſery, To ſeem to all one's Neighbours rich, yet know _ One's Self neceſſitous and wretched, Euter Maid, and afterwards Gerald with a Letter. Maid. Madam, here's Gerald, Lord Henrique 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 fo, Lady. Viol. O my preſaging Heart! When goes he then? Fer. His Buſineſs now ſteers him ſome other Courſe. Vidl. Whither, I pray you '—How | my Fears tor- ment me! Ger. Some two Months Progreſs. Viol. —— Whither, whither, Sir, do beſeech you? Good Heav'ns, I loſe all Patience. Did he Jeliberate this? or was the Buſineſs But then conceiv'd, when it 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 J commend you to your Leiſure. [Exit Gerald. viol. To Hearts like mine Suſpenſe is Miſery. , ' Wax, render up thy Truſt : Be the Contents Proſp'rous, or fatal, they are all my Due. Reads. ] - $ wg 1D I VEE: 4 - 252 — — _Y = 7 4 | i hy . Cy aA... «oo ep tr ooo. 2 — 1 1 1 % ry 26 bebt Fals RHD or, O, Wretched ai betray d! Loſt Violante 1 | Reads, ] Our Prudence ould now teach us to forget 4 wouobat aur. Indiſcretian bas commitied. [I have already made one Step towards this Wiſdom, by prevailing on Myſelf to bid you Farewell. Heart-wounded with a thouſand perjur'd Vows, + Poiſon'd with ſtudied Language, and bequeath'd To Deſperation. I am now become © The Tomb of my own Honour: a dark Manſion, LY For Death alone to dwell in. I invite thee, - Conſuming Deſolation, to this Temple, No fit to be thy Spoil : the ruin'd Fabrick, Which cannot be repair'd, at once o'er-throw. What muſt I do? But That's not re my r I vill commend to Hazard all the Time 15 That I ſhall ſpend hereafter : Farewel, my Father, Whom I'll no more offend : and Men, adieu, Whom l'll no more believe: and Maids, adieu, Whom Il no longer ſhame. The Way I go, As vr I know not. t. Sorrow be my Guide. [Exit Violante. 8 c E N E III. Proſpect 7 4 | Pillage, before Don Bernard's . 72 | - Enters Henriquez. = Henr. Where were the Eyes, the Voice, the various Charms, 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 Hawthorn, ſhall have Cauſe to ſay The crane a tall Tree; and ſcorn the Shade, | .” The te. re he Pronounces my Deſpair. The Drernter Lovers, 17 The lov'd} Buſh once had lent him. Soft ! mine Ho- Begins to ſicken in this black Reflection. How can it be, that with my Honour ſafe I ſhould purſue Leonora for my Wife? That were accumulating Injuries, To Violante firſt, and now to Falio 1, . To her a perjur d Wretch, to him perfidious ; And to myſelf in ſtrongeſt Terms accus'd + Of murth'ring Honour wilfully, without which My s the Creature of the nobler Kind. But Pleaſure is too ftrong for Reaſon's Curb; | And A ogg ſinks o'er-powered with Beauty's weets. Come, Leonora, Authreſs of my Crime, Appear, and vindicate thy Empire here Aid me to drive this ling'ring Honour hence, And I am wholly thine. Enter to bim, Don Bernard and Leonora. D. Bern. Fye, my good Lord ; why would you wait without ? | If you ſuſpe& your Welcome, I have brought My Leonor to aſſure you of it. [Henr. ſalutes Leon. Henr. O Kiſs, ſweet as the Qdours of the Spring, But cold as Dews that dwell on Morning Flow'rs ! Say, Leonora, has your Father conquer'd ? » Shall Duty then at laſt obtain the Prize, | Which you refus'd to Love ? And ſhall Henriquez Owe all his Happineſs to good Bernardo ? , Ah! no; I read my Ruin in your Eyes: That Sorrow, louder than a thouſand Tongues, D. Bern. Come, Keonora, You are not now to learn, this noble Lord, (Whom but to name, reſtores my failing Age, Has with a Lover's Eye * your Beauty 3 * 5 — a — * PP OE = 2 we a Thro' 138 Dovsre FALSHOOD; ory Thro' which his Heart ſpeaks more than Language can z | Is 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 yet diſtruſt | Thar which is yet behind, Conſider, Sir, Whoe'er's th* Occaſion 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 l fear, the Fault of Diſobedience. D. Bern. Pr'ythee, fear neither the One, nor the O- ther: I tell thee, Girl, there's more Fear than Danger. 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 Of this high Honour. Once there was a Time, When to have heard my Lord, Henriquez? 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 &en take it back again. Thou, like a ſimple Wench haſt given thy 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; *tis Time enough to marry, when I'm turn'd out of it. | Henr. So, ſurely, it ſhould ſeem, moſt lovely Maid; Julio, alas, feels nothing of my Paſſion : His Love is-but th* Amuſement of an Hour, A ſhort Relief from Buſineſs, or Ambition, | „ . . ' e The D1sTREST Lovyzxs.; . -a& The Sport of Youth, and Faſhion of the Age. O! had he known the Hopes, the Doubts, the Ar: dours, Or half the fond Viiterica of Paſſion, That play the Tyrant with my tortured Soul; He had not left Thee to purſue his Fortune: To practiſe Cringes in a flaviſh Circle, And barter real Bliſs for unſure Honour. Leon. Oh, the oppoſing Wind, 5 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 n Birth, To Friendſhip's holy Law, to Faith repos'd, | To Truth, to Honour, and poor injur'd Jalio 2 O think, my Lord, how much this Julio loves you 3 Recall his Services, his welktry'd Faith z _ Think too, this very Hour, where-&er he be, Your Favour is the Eqvy 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 "<5 Miſtaken Youth ! this very Hour he robs then Of all thy Heart holds dear. Tis ſo Henriquez ; Repays the Merits of unhappy Julio. ¶Meeps. Henr. My ſlumb' fing Honour catches the Alarm. I was to blame to parley with her thus: 1 1 | . ſ ' Sl as ſhown me to myſelf. It-troubles me. ¶ fide. D. Bern. Mad; Mad. Stark mad, by this Light. Leon. I but begin to be ſo. - I conjure you, * By all the tender Intereſts of Nature, | By the chaſte Love twixt you, and my dear Mother, (O holy Heav' n, that ſhe were living now!) Forgive and pity me.— Oh, Sir, remember, I've heard my Mother ſay a thouſand Times, Her Father — have forced her Virgin Choice; But when the Conflict was twixt Love and Duty, Which ſhould be firſt obey'd, my Mother quickly : have old Stories enough to undo you. 20 Dovsit FALsHooD; or, Paid up her Vows to Love, and married You. You thought this well, and ſhe was praiſed for This; For this her Name was honout'd, Diſabedience Was ne'er imputed to her, her firm Love Conquer d whate'er o pos d it, and ſhe proſper'd Long Time your Wife. My Caſe is now the fame ; You are the Father, Which You then condemn'd-; I, what my Mother was; but not fo happy.— D. Bern. Go to, you're a Fool. No doubt, You What, you can't throw yourſelf away but by Precedent, ha? — You will needs be married to One, that will Nane of You? You will be happy no Body's way but your 2 forſooth. But, d'ye mark me, ſpare your ve for the future ; (and That's uſing you hardly r 1 bid you ſpare what vou have a great deal too much of:) G, go your ways, and d'ye hear, get ready within theſe Two days to be married to a Huſ- 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 Bernardo. 3 Then Woe the Bay — Pm ee round with im:; No Way for my Eſcape, but thro? the Flames. Oh, can I cer reſolve to live without A Father's Bleſſing, or abandon Julio? With other Maids, the Choice were not fo hard; Int'reſt, that rules the World, has made at laſt A Merchandize of Hearts: and Virgins now Chuſe as they re bid, and wed without Eſteem. By nobler Springs ſhall my Affections move Nor own a er, but the Man I love. [Exit Leonora. D. Bern. Go 1 ways, Contradiction. — Follow her, my Lord; follow her, in the very Heat. This Obſtinacy muſt be_combated by Importunity as obſti- Nate. [Ext Heriquez after ber. The _— „ DSI ASE E The Dis TREST Lov ERS. 21 The Girl ſays right ; her Mother was juſt ſuch An- other. | remember, Two of Us courted her at the ſame Time. She lov'd neither of Us, but She choſe me purely to ſpi ht that ſurly Old Blockhead my Fa- P 3 y y ther in-Law. comes here, Camillo * Now the | refuſing Part will lie on my Side.— Euters Camillo. Cam. My worthy Neighbour, [ am much in For- tune's — to find You thus Alone. I have a Suit to You, 1745 D. Bern. Pleaſe to name it, Sir. | Cam. Sir, I have long held You in fingular TRY : and what I ſhall now ſay, will be a Prbar of it. 2 know, Sir, I have but one Son. | 185 D. Bern. Ay, Sir. 77 ET. he © Cam. And the Fortune I am bleſt withal, You prer- ty well know what it is. D. Bern, *Tis a fair One, Sir. - Cam, Such as it is, the whole Reverfion i is my el He is now en in his Attendance on our Maſter, the” Duke. But &er he went, he left with me the Secret of his Heart, his Love for your fair Daughter. _ your Conſent; he ſaid, twas ready: I took: a Night, indeed, to think upon it, and now have brougt-t you mine; and am come to bind the Contract with half my Fortune in preſent, the Whole ſome time hence, and, in the mean While, my hearty Bleſſing. Ha? What ſay You to't, Don Bernard ? | D. Bern. Why, really, Neighbour,— I muſt own, I have heard Something of this Matter. Cam. Heard ſomething of it ? No doubt, you have. D. Bern. Yes, now I recollect it well. Cam. Was it ſo long ago then? D. Bern. Very long ago, 1 985 — on ou laſt. 22 DoußgLE FALsHoOOD; or, Cam. What, am 1 mock'd in this Buſineſs, Don Bernard? ok | | D. Bern. Not mock'd, good Camillo, not mock'd : But in Love-matters, you know, there are Abundance of Changes in half an. Hour. Time, Time, Neigh- bour, plays Tricks with all of us. Ke * Cam. Time, Sir! What tell you me of Time? Come, I ſee how this 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 Wind, or a very mellow Honeſty that drops ſo eaſily. Time, quoth'a ? FI | 3 D. Bern. Look' ee, Camillo; will you pleaſe to put your Indignation in your Pocket for half a Moment, while F tell you the whole Truth of the Matter. My Daugh- ter, you muſt knqw, is ſuch a tender Soul, ſhe can- not poſſibly ſee,a Duke's younger Son without falling deſperately 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 let one's ſelf be overtaken by it. And who can help all This ? T profeſs, it was not my ſeeking, Neigh- s ; | Cam. I profeſs, a Fox might earth in the Hollow- neſs of your Heart, Neighbour, and there's an End. Tf I were to give a bad Conſcience its true Likeneſs, it ſhould be drawn after a very near Neighbour to a _—_ poor Neighbour of yours. —Neighbour ! with a Pox. | | NES 8 | D. Bern. Nay, you are ſo nimble with me, you will hear Nothing. E Cam. Sir, if I muſt 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.— Ill to Leonora; and if I find her in the ſame Story, why, I ſhall believe your -Wife was true to You, and your Daughter is your own. Fare you well. [ Ext, as into D. Bernard's Houſe. D. Bern. ? e ? WW WH £7 8 | Ge © TW OO 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. 2 [Exit D. Bernard, following bim. SCENE IV. Changes to another | Profpe& of Don Bernard's Houſe. Leonora, above, Leon, How tediouſly I've waited at the Window, Yet 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 wondrous 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 to promiſe Truth and Honour. Since Nature's Gifts in nobleſt Forms deceive, — Be happy You, that want em! ——Here comes One; Pve ſeen him, tho' I know him not; He has An honeſt Face too—thar's no Matter. Sir. Enters Citizen. Citiz, To me ? : Leon. As You were of a virtucus Matron born, {There is no Doubt, you are:) I do conjure you Grant me one Boon. Say,' do you know me, Sir ? Citiz, Ay, Leonora, and your worthy Father. Leon. I 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 Miſery But I wander Wide from my Subject. Know you Julio, Sir? | C4 Citix. 24 Do v II FALsHo00pDs ors Citiz. Yes, very well; and love him too, as well, | 50m Oh, there an Angel ſpake ! Then 1, conjure Cory this Paper to him : and believe me, You do Heav'n Service in 't, and ſhall have Cauſe Not to repent your Pains. — I know not what Your Fortune is; — Pardon = gentle Sir, That I am bold to offer This. Citix. By no means, Larne [ Offers to throw down a Parſe with Money. D. Bern. within,] Leonora.— Leon. I truſt to you; Heav'n put it in your Heart To work me ſome Relief. Citiz. Doubt it not, Lady. You have mov'd me ſo, That tho' a thouſand Dangers barr'd my way, Fd dare em all to ſerve you. [Exit Citizen. Lion. Thaphs from a richer Hand than mine requite you! D. Hern. within.] Why, Daughter— Leon. I come: — Oh, Julio, feel but half my Gi And thoy wilt outfly Time to bring Relief. HR Leonora from the Wi Me End if * Second Act. - The DIS TREE Lovars. - og SCENE. The Profpets of a Liar. Dag N Gades Letter, and Citizen Cittz. and call; Her Paſſions ſhook her Voice; and from her Eyes Miſtemper and Diltraction, with ſtrange Wildneſs Beſpoke' Concern above a common Sorfow. | Jul: Poor Leonora! Freacherous, damn'd — She bids me fill my Memory with her Danger * I do, my Leonora; yes, I fill The Region of my io, with nothing elſe 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. Citz,—— Have Patience, Sir. | Jul. O my good Friend; methinks, I am too patient. Is there a T 9 Sat like this, in Baſeneſs, Recorded any where =? L 3» thedogett; None but itſelf can be its Parallel: And from a Friend, n RS Friendſhip b. | Why, *cis A Word for ever maim'd;. in human Nature. It was a, Thing the nobleſt ; and *mong Beaſts, It ſtood not in mean Place : Things of fierce wy 2 | 1 H EN frogs the Windgw the did. how 26 l FALSHOOD; or, Hold Amity and Concordance. — Such a Villany A. Writer could not put down in his Scene, Without Taxation 6f his Auditory For Fiction moſt enormous. Citi. Theſe Upbraidings Cool Time, while they are vented, Jul. I am counſel'd. For you, evermore, Thanks. You've done much for Us; So gently preſs d toit, that I may perſuade me Yow'll do a little more. Citiz. Put me t ' Employment That's honeſt, tho? not ſafe, with 13 beſt Spirits F'll give 't Accompliſhment. Jul No more but This; | Fo I muſt ſee Leonora: And to appear Like Julio, as I am, might haply ſpoil Some good Event enſuing, Let me crave _ Th' Exchange of Habit with you: ſome Diſguiſe, May bear me to my Love, unmark'd, and ſecret. + Citiz, You ſhall not yant, Yonder's the Houſe be- fore us : Make haſte to reach it. Jul. — Still I thank you, Sir. O Leonora] ſtand but this rude Shock * Fold out thy Faith againſt the dread Aſſault Of this baſe Lord, the Service of my Life Shall be devoted to repay thy Conftancy. Ts SCENE . Don Bernard's Houſe, | F* -_ - F#Znters Leonora. Leo. I've hoped to th' lateſt Minute Hope can give: He will not come: H'as not received 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 willful ? N one, Well then, it is not Buſineſs. Oh! that Let- ter.. I fay, i is not deliver'd ; or he's ſick ; 4 Or, The Dernier Lovers. Or, O Suggeſtion, wherefore wilt Thou fright me? Julio does to Henriquez on meer Purpoſe, ©: | On plotted Purpoſe, yield me up; and be Hath choſe another Miſtreſs. All Preſumptions , Make pow'rful to this Point: His owa Protraction, Henriquez left behind; —— That Strain _ Jea- louſy, Therefore lack'd Live. 8 1. as Life all em 4 t Itſelf in Death, this new Surmiſe of mine Is a bold Certainty. Tis plain, and oben; Henriquez would not, durſt not, 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 *twixt them both, But Pm over- heard, [Going. Enters Julis;: 4 17 | Jul. Stay, Leonora ; Has this outward Veil Quite loſt me to thy Knowledge 1 | Leon. — 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 7 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 a And ſwage the Fire there. Leon. — You are full poſſeſsd How things go here. Firſt, welcome heartily; Welcome to th' Ending of my laſt good Hour: Now Summer Bliſs and gaudy Days are gone, My Leaſe in 'em 's expir'd. Jul. ——— Not ſo, Leonora. Leon. Yes, Julio, yes; an everlaſting Storm Is come upon me, which I can't bear our. | I cannot ſtay much Talk ; we have loſt Leiſure; And 28 The Dou BIZ FAr8nGod; or And thus it is: Your Abſence; hath giv'n Breeding To what my Letter hath. declar d, and is This Inſtant on th'effecting. Hark ! the Muſick - (Flourifo within, Is now.en-tuning, whith muſt celebrate | This Bus'neſs {0 diſcordant —— * me then, What you will do. 1 | a vat: Adviſe me: *. ＋*rö8r8——— 1 know PI kill the Traitor. | Leon ————— O! take heed : bis Death _—_ our Cauſe no whit. No killing, Julio. . My Blood ſtands ſtill; and all my Faculties Are 1 Enchantment dull'd. You gracious. Pow'rs, The Guardians of ſworn Faith, and ſuff ri ving Vietwa * Inſpire, Prevention of this:dreaded Miſchief ! This Moment is our oon; Let's uſe it, Love, And fly o'th' Inſtant from this Houſe of Woe. _ Leon. Alas! Impoſſible: My Steps are watch'd ; There's no Eſcape for me. You muſt ſtay too. Julio. What! ſtay, and ſee thee raviſh'd from my Arms? Fl! force thy Paſſage. Wear I not a Sword? Ne'er on, Man's Thigh rode better. If I ſuffer The Traitor play his Part; if I not do | Manhood and Juſtice, Honour; ler mo be deem'd A tame, pale, Coward, whom the Night-Owl's hoot May turn to Aſpen - -leaf : Some Man take this, Ge me a Diſtaff for it. Leon —— —— Patience, Julio 5 7 And truſt to me: 1 have fore-· thought the Means To diſappoint theſe Nuptials, - Hark! again; Theſe are the —— knoll for us. See, the Lights Move this Wa Quick, behind yon Arras, And take thy ary Stand. ——— Diſpute it not; I have my Reaſons; you anon:ſhall know them ;— There you may mark the Paſſages of the Night. Yet, more :—] charge you by the deareſt Ties, Whatec'er you ſee, or hear, whate'er ſhall hap, In The Derne Lovkn 29 In your Concealment reſt a ſilent Statue.. Nay, hide thee ſtraight, or, — bee, *_— en abi „„ { Shew s 4 Dagger. To fall a bleeding Sacrifice before Thee. _ . -[Thrufls him out, to the pra I dare not tell thee'gf: my Purpoſe, Julig | Leſt it ſhould wrapMee in ſuch Agonies, 5 Which my Love could not look on. 1 SCENE opens fo a urge Hall : An Altar pre- pared with Tapers. Enter at one Door Ser wants with Lights, Henriquez, Don Bernard, and Churchman. At another, Attendants ts Leonora. Henriquez runs to ber. Henr. Why, Leonora, wilt chou with this Gloom Darken my Triumph; ſuff'ring Diſcontent, And wan Diſpleaſure, to ſubdue that Cheek Where Love ſhould fit inthron'd ? Behold your Slave; Nay, frown not; for each Hour of growing Time Shall taſk me to thy Service, *till by Merit Of deareſt Love I blot the low-born Julio From thy fair Mind. Leon. Sol ſhall make i it foul; This Counſel is corrupt. Henr, ——— ]é ——— Come, you will change. Lean, 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 pureſt of your Judgment. For your Birth's Sake I will not dart my hoarded Curſes at you, Nor give my Meanings Language: For the Love Of all goad Things together, yet take heed, And ſpurn the Tempter back. | D. Bern. | think, you're mad. Perverſe and \ fooliſh, Wretch! Leon. 30 1 FALSHOO D; or, Teͤon. How may I be obedient, and wiſe too? Of my nce, Sir, I cannot ſtrip me; Nor can I then be wiſe : Grace againſt Grace Ungracious, if I not obey a Father ; wh Moſt perjur'd, if I do. Yet, Lord, conſider, Or e'er too late, or &er that Knot be ty'd, ' Which may with Violence damnable be broken, No other Way diſſever'd : Yet conſider, Tou wed my Perſon, not my Heart, my Lord; No Part of my Affection. Sounds it well, That Julio's 3 is Lord Henriqueꝝ Wife; : Have you an Ear for this harſh Sound? Henr. No Shot of Reaſon can come near the Place, Where my Love's fortified. The Day ſhall come, Wherein youꝰ Il chide this Back wardneſs, and bleſs Our Fervour in this Courſe. Leon. ——- No, no, Henriquez, When you ſhall find what Propher you are prov'd, . You'll propheſie no more. | D. Bern. — Have done this Talking, If you will clave u to your Obedience, do't ; | - / [20g unbolt the Portal, and be gone ; My Bleſſing ſtay behind you. Leon. —- ————— — ir, your Pardon: I will not ſwerve a | Hair s Breadth from my Duty; It ſhall firſt coſt me dear. | rel then, to th* Point: Give me your Hand. 2 honour'd Lord, re- ceive My Daughter N Me, (nay, no dragging bick, But with my;Curſes;) whom I frankly give you, And wiſh you Joy and Honour. [Js Don Bernard goes to give Leonora to Henriquez, Julio advances from the Arras, and ſteps between. Jul. — Hold, Don Bernard, Mine is the elder Claim. D. Bern. — What are you, Sir? | Jul. nn > 2a ©. fLLdN([ ft Brod” wn td - wc The Dis TaEsT Lovers. 31 Jul. A Wretch, re loſt to his wn Know- led 5 Struck thro? with Injuries.- ty 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 unprivileg'd, and leave My Buſineſs and your Duty unaccompliſh'd ? * Jul. Ungen'rous Lord ! The Circumſtance of Things Should ſtop the Tongue of Queſtion, —— You have wrong'd me; Wrong'd me ſo baſely, in 10 dear a Point, As ſtains the Cheek of Honour with a Bluſh; - Cancels 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, Irving, 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, I may have Leiſure to chaſtiſe this Boldneſs. Jul. Nay, then PII ſeize my Right. Henr. —— — What, here, a Brawl? My Servants, Turn this boiſt*rous Sworder forth; And ſee he come not to diſturb our Joys. Jul. Hold, Dogs !— Leonora, —Coward, baſe, Henriquez | E x Julio is ſei'd, and drag d out by the Servants. Henr. She dies upon Me ; help ! Leonora ſwoons ; as they endeavour to recover her, à Paper drops from her. 4 5 D. Beru. = 3 —ů——ů— 2 — — — — c — - —_—_— — - — ö 2 — CY CY Desi FALSERDOd}'S, D. Bern. Trent riot about her; e Fr be hat? kev het. Henr. —— What — 1 i ber own Hand- Writing. Ti bathe Fog, he will g b, What learn you by that Paper; Sod ily Lr? 2 ( Henr. That ſhe' Would do the Violence to belſel, 7 Which Nature hath anticipated on her. * What Dagger means the? Search. het well 1 pray D. Bon. Here i the Dagger ——Oh, che * born Sexz - | Raſhev'n to Madrid l Henr. ech: 2 Life flows in her again Play, beat het hence: 4 And tend ber; ted the Words beſt Treaſure, [omen curry Leonora of. Don Bernard, ton wild Fommült Som will ceaſe, The Cauſe remo vd: and all return to Caltrinefs. Paſſions in Women are 28 ſhort in Workin As ſtrong in their Effect. Let the Prieſt K: (4.31 Come, go wt in: My Soul i; all en Fire 8 . of this ford ' | | [Eveunt ; and be Seen doſe o SCENE III. 7 77 4 2 at a ©! | — Bflance. E { ue Roderick: - Nad. Julio's ure thus in ſetret from Me, | With the long doubtful Abſence of my Brother, (Whorcatndt ſuffer, ' but my Father fools itz) Have truſted me with ſtrong Suſpicions, And Dreams, that will not let me ſleep; nor eat, Nor raſte thoſe Recreations- Health demands : P00» But, : 0 . Loveny But, like a.) ind e Rertord 8 Had Julio % er for his be -x ine .. N Enqu 57 e, 11 . gie: ae 3nd 5 ; — "© Bak; = VII {3} 5 2 $397; 1 Pl: ' * JU Old Sir, I'm gh 8 To ve met-you thus : Vt Ci N. Ha? 14185 1 art 283 3 : e102 JY [ 8 Rod. Is t poſſible, Id fo r Friends ? 2 rr! 8 85 r ke . Rod. 1 * "I ©Loja 3 — — WI , Hove you pilſing well. No acta Cam. You lov'd my Soi too ig well, Liake it: One. that beliey d too oo ſuddenly is Court · Creed. Rod. All is * Lr. Good old Man, Ci % 45 "Lon Loi, of Lord,” you'y © date diſho- | = e 12339 6 bur Spin am ig far 2 1 N 4 of that” bafe | 81 | Cam: 91 oti we, not neither, Yak NR ee | * . OE nr $93 242711 ts . | 4 virus Broth noble Hem riquex, ; To oy Er ol irs Ake him, Lörd, you are the 1 . ots upon ſuch pike of buying Courlers, and I K Bought my poor Boy out 12 Ev'n of his pl ighted Fart. — Was 15. this Ho- nour Z -* 110% Eh tn WS | And this 2 Friend? Kn 602 06 LEE Red. II dare wot er . e e Cam. Now yo u have robb/d' bim erb Los take Cy” 3 fd * C Make D © 14 4 ” . * , — 225 . Dy What, ik — eats * it) 4 df pie dans c 2 W . 3 1 e * r 65 | From being guilty.of. the leaſt” Suſpicion...” -— _.. 3 Rod. ** 3+. 600 1 Faisuoo 14, or, Make AED, and: diſpatch his Life roo, 0. 5 > would hear me, Sir, i I 1 wa, ® our brave old Faber ee have been torn in Pieces with wild "WINK - Ere he had done this Treachery. On my Conſcience, Had he but ut you two durſt have crane + Lo I- | Qt - Cam. ve cog I've eas d my Heart ; now you! may 6 \ * II Nad. Tins, os Fam » Genres we e, (For I will. le for no Man z] Im ſo far 8 Sin hes way, that 3 the long * Of Julio and my Brother mi 94 Something to ſtart at, hither ha er + We . Truth of J. LO Op abt Eures Violante behind," Pie. My Sram loner | ſure, 1 TL " Camille 2 "Free wax ive me Lee Senden fem er Talk P . $ E hear what Fame is [Violante retire: Red. Why this ond'ring? Cam. Can there be one ſo near Blood as you are To that and an honeſt Man? Kad. While he was good, 1 00 confeſs , wy Near 3 10 [CG neſs But, ſince his Fall from Honour, e e. "206 fangs Face} fon WEIS wy xo And as ſoon loft, Cam. tt” I aſk you? Pardon, Lend; In too raſh and bold. - No Harm dove.” Sir. © Cam, But is it poſſible, - you ſhould not hear The Paſſage *twixt Leonora and your Brother? -- 4 19 2 v4Y »+K* Rows . PT >." Th; DirsTREST Loves... 35 YE L f Pen "1+ Enters Citizen. 06200} av.) Cam. How now ꝰ er, ud Citiz. I bear you Tidings, Sir, which 1 could wiſh Some other Tongue deliver'd;. | Cam. Whence, Saw uf 4; 0 Citiz. From your Son, Sir. | 5 r » 1.204 Cam, Prithee,

ma — lo e; IM Enter r Maſter of the Flocks, three or four abbr, and Where nothing dwells but Hunger, and ſharp Winds ? offer'd him. -Toog his Love-Ditty. Oh, here he comes again. mY " & The D!1sTREST Loyzns, — ; * # * * *. N \ p _ 5 1 e a X 0 ie 441488 ' Mountain at 4 Dance. F 2" maT Taking Violante in Boy's Cloaths. TELL; he's as ſweet 4 Man, Heav'n'c com- 1 fort him! as ever theſe Eyes look d on. 2 Sbep. If he have a Mother, I believe, Neighbours, ſhe's a Woe-woman for him at this Hour. Maß. Why ſhould he baunt theſe wild unpeopled Mountains, : * 12 " as * I Shep, I Shep. His Melancholy, Sir, that's the main Devil does it, Go to, I fear he has had too much foul —_ Maſt. How gets be! Wet? 2 Sbep. Why, now nd then he ſt our | Vieuals foam us, tho' we deſire him to eat; and inſtead: of a | ſhort Grace, beats us well and ſoundly, and then falls to. — Maſt. Where lies he? | 1 Shep. Ev'n where the Night o 'ertakes him. | 2 Sbep. Now will I be hang'd, an' ſome fair-ſnouted ſkittiſh Woman, or Scher. be not at che End of this Madneſs. 1 Shep, Well, if he lodg'd within the Sound of us, knew our Muſick would allure him. How attentively he ſtood, and how he fix d his Eyes, when your Boy * * him alone; he wonders ſtrangely at us. 'D 4 $14: 2] _ _ — — — — — 1 1 i. - pl ES * — — 5 . 8 3 —— — - O Devil! What a venomous World is this, 5 8 222 nn a, | + 1 Sbep. Not a Word, hne. pour Shoulders. 22 der He ſeeros much difturb'd: Thelevs the mad 5 ä 5 | Enter. Julio. / * 1%. 4 70 | Foremnnip! H — Riding fall be abo- | Turn the barb'd Steed looſe to his natiye Wildnefs 3 * It is a Beaſt too noble to be made The Property of Man's Baſeneſs'—-What a Letter Wrote he to's Brother ? What a Man was I? Why, Perſeus did not know his Seat like me ; The Parthian, that rides ſwift without the Rein, Marteh'd not my Grace and Firmneſs. —Shall this Lord Dye, when Men pray for him ? Think you *tis meet ? 1 Shep. I don't know what to ſay: Neither 1, nor an! the Confeſſors in Spain, can unriddle this wild Stuff. Jul. I muſt to Court ! be uſher'd into Grace, By a large Liſt of Praiſes read penn di When Commendations are the Baits to Ruin 2 All theſe good Words were Gyves and Fetters, Sir, To keep me bolted there: while falſe Sender ty, e the Game of Treackvy.—Hold 5 come hi- anne 54nd ; You have an Aſpect, Sir, of wond'rous Wiſdom, ' And, as it ſeems, are travell'd deep in Knowledge Have you &er ſeen the Phanix of the Earth, The Bird of Paradiſe ? 2 Sbep. — nn troth, not I, Sir. 4 R and known her Haunts, and where ſhe ie Her ſpicy Neſt : till, like a credulous Fool, E:ſhew'd the Treaſure to a Friend in Truſt, And he hath robb'd me of her.— Truſt no Friend: Keep thy Heart's Counſels cloſe. —Haſt thou a Miltreſs ? Give her not out in Words; nor let thy Pride Be wanton to diſplay her Charms to View; | | 2 | Love * Me Df rn Lane q Love is cobtagious; aud x Bteath ef Prat 9 Or a ſlight Glance, has Kindled up its Flat 3 5 N And turmd 4 Friend a Trayter. — in oer, ee And it has hurt my Brain. a - 1. Sbep. Marry, now there is foi me Moral ie Mahi, and we may profit by it. 3 Mat. Se, he grows cool, and penſive.,” © © t r. Go towards him, Boy, but do not look that . | VPiol. Alas! I tremble m - | ., — Oh, my outh'! © | | Come hither, Child; Did not ee Sing y. \ , Something of Love?” i No 3 I Shep, Ha ha t there? ow if he be whe, we ſhall being Boy Viol. Yes, Sir, it was the Subj Jul. Sit here then: Come, ſhake not” Shi, Nor do not 2 me; | not do thee e n ; Viol. Why do you | look ſo'on me? Jul. I have Reaſons. tt ; puzzles my Philoſof opliy, to think That the rude Blaſt, hot Sun, and daſhing Rains Have made no flercer War u yer thy Youth; Nor hurt the Bloom of that Vermilion Cheek. You weep too, do you. not? Viol —— Sometimes, I do. Nu. I weep ſometimes too. Tou Wenn Niol. Indeed, I've ſeen more Sorrows fat than Years. Jul. Yet all theſe have not broken your Complexion, You have a ſtrong Heart, and you are the happier. I warrant, you're a very loving Woman. Viol. A Woman, Sir racy ar, h'as found r me our, Ade. 2 Shep. He takes the Boy for a Woman. — Mad, again! Jul. You've met ſome Diſappointment ; ſome foul Play Has croſs'd your Love.— I read it in your Face. Viol. You read a Truth then, Jul. — Where can lie the Fault? Is in the Man, or ſome diſſembling Knave, He put in Truſt? Ho! havel hit the Cauſe ? Viol. You're not far off. * +4. * 4 2 * " . 4 l * | : N - wk * p - © _ Ws es — 5 \ . 1 0 , ' , * Poe known-a . 41 DovBLE AIG or, e This Wks e Carnes full; | PDE DS ; when 7 * = 8 19 N Win you be rul'd by me? 8 —— ei. Bun 256 of ban. Jul. il Yourſelf. Twill be a Terror to the Villain's Conſcience, Thang Pappe leves. 2 * Viol. — By no means. What? Commit Self-murther ! | $55 et II Jul.. Yes; I'll have it ſo. | 1 Sbep, I fear, his Fit is returning, Take heed of all Hands,—Sir,—-do you want any thing? Jul. Thou ly'ſt; thou can't not hurt me: I am proof *Gainſt farther Wrongs. —Steal cloſe behind me, id | I will avenge Thee. 10. — Thank the Heav'ns, I'm free. Jul. "a ne wp} baſe Henriquez ! ö have 1 caught t 1 0 2 ag roy help good Neighbours ; he will kill me elſe. U ulio ſeizes on the Shepherd; _ [Violante runs out. Jl. Here FO ſhale pay thy Heart-blood for the 47 Fg Thou'ſt heap'd upon this Head. F aith-Breaker ! Villain ! IN 255 thy Life. blood. 5 Sir, have Patience; this is" no Hun- 9 3 5 I bey reſcue the Shepherd. v4 F. let him flink to Court, and hide a Co- Not all his Father's Guards ſhall ſhield him chere. Or it he prove too ſtrong for mortal Arm, | I will follicit ev'ry Saint in Heav'n | | To lend me Vengeance.— I'll about it raight. — The wrathful Elements ſhall wage this War; Furies ſhall haunt him; Vultures gnaw his Heart; And Nature pour forth all her Stores of Plagues, To j Join in Puniſhment of Truſt betray'd. [ Exit Julio. rod Go * Way and a. e Thee! * C Bullock WF the Tail. — The . hi VERS Thee ran feel my Noſe; Soft, N jbours? py Wd pups pn] ag * 2 Sbep. He pull'd at it, — ould Fave di 25 t had Bo, Mens Noſe that I know, Neighbours, who knows where it had been now? ; He has given me ſuch a de- viliſh Daſh/ofer the Mouth, that 1 feel, I ſhall. never whiltle t tomy Sheep again : : Then they'll make Holy-day. 1 Shep. Come, ſhall we go? for, I fear, if the Youth return, Road Courſe will be much more againft . ourStomac Mat. Walk you 5 ; I will but give my Boy Some ſhort InſtruRtions, and T1! follow ROE: We'll craſh a Cup together, I Sbep. Pray, do not li inger. * Maſt, 1 will not, Sirs; — This muſt not be 75 His Voice, Mein, Geſture, every Thing he does, Sa vour of ſoft and female Delicacy, He but puts on this Seeming, and his Garb 8 him of ſuch a Rank, as well perſuades me, e plays the Swain, rather to cloak ſome Purpoſe, Than forced to't by a Need: Pve waited long To mark the End he has in his Diſguiſe But am not perfect in't. The Madman's Coil Has driv'n him ſhaking hence. Theſe Fears betray him. If he prove right, I'm happy. O, he's here. Enters \ ; - "had Come hither, Boy; where did you leave the Flock, Child? 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 yet, and when to Fold ? And how to make the Dog bring in the Strayers ? Viol. Time, Sir, will furniſh me with all theſe Rules; My Will is able, but my Knowledge weak, Sir. Mat. That's a good Child: Why doſt thou bluſh, my Boy ? 1 „Tis — —— — — 2 — a —— — —äñꝶ : Too much Indulgence walk ops rude and 1.4% And 1 will be a Woman; and begin So ſad a Story, that if there be aught wad Dobity Fark no or, *Tis certainly a Woman. Hr.] Speak; ny Boy. Viol. Hear” n! how Trremble.—*Tis tnuſoal to me To find ſuch Kindfteſs at a Mafter's Hand, That am a poor Boy, ev'ry way unable, alen of . © Unleſs it be in Pray'rs, to metit it. Beſides, I've often heard old FN Maft. Are you ſo cunnin 3 | / Viol. — Ho his Eyes hake Fire: "Ha meaſure ev r Piece of Youth about de [Afide. The Ewes want Water, Sir: Shall I go drive em Down to the Ciſterns? Shall Fmake haſte, Sir? Would] were five Miles from! bim — How he, gripes me! [4/ 2 _ Maſs. Come, come, all chis is not ſufficient," Child, To make a Fool of, me. — This is a fine Hand, A delicate fine Hand Never change Colour; You underſtand me, and a Woman's Hand. Viol. You're ſtrangely out: Tet if I were a wan. I know, you are fo honeft and That tho I wore Diſguiſes for ſome End, You would not wrong me. Mat. Come, you're wach for Ln Will you comply? Pm madder with this Talk. _ There's nothing you can ſay,” can take my Edge off. Viil. Oh, do but quench theſe foul Affections in you, That, like baſe Thieves, have robb'd you of your Ts Of humane in you, or a Soul that's gentle, Lou cannot chuſe but pity my loſt Youth. Maſt, No Stories NOW.,—— - Viol. Kill me directly, Sir ; 2 you have any Goodneſs, take my Life. Rod. within. Hoa! Shepherd, will you hear, Sir? Mast. What bawling N is that, rel Devil's Name? © Viol. Bleflings upon him, w wharſor'e rhe be! Dr out. Enters AASA RIA] AAA 4 1. ue aha, ee 0 ho! Ws 208.4 Tad buen HAN thy, ad lied then when — 9 ſo... 1 fe, 5 * waking Red. I'thatik. you, $i . 7 AION ; Mef, [ Pray be 7 J . not fo much e, Si Rod. Was that thy y ran 7 Mat, Les; What t x . my * Rid. Why 2 beat him ſo? Soca Maf.. To mak i oy n= Rod. A pretty ee id Thou ney tell me; | the Way to the next Nunnery ? © Maſt. How, do you know that? — Tes, I can tell, ur the Queſtion is, whether I will or no; and, Indeed, I will Rar” Fare you well. [Exit Maſter. | Rod. What a brute Fellow's this ! Are they all thus? My. Brothet Feri vez tells me by his Letters, The Miſtreſs of his Soul not far from hence Fath taken Sanctuary: from which be prays df, Aid to bring ber back, —From what Camillo Hinted I wear ſom ome Doubs. —Here * tis appointed That we ſhould meet z it my be SD z tis ſo, He comes. | = ih Enters Shinn. — — Brother, what's this poſt- haſte Buſineſs | You hurry me about? Some m_— Marter— Henr, My Letter told you, Sir. Red. Tis true, it rells me, chat you” ve loſt a Miſtreſs ang your Heart bleeds fors but ths Means to win er { From her cloſe Life, I take it, is not mention'd. You're ever in theſe Treuen Henr. — Noble Brother, I own, I have too Geely giv'n a Scope To 46 bobs FArsHo00D; er, To Touth's i intemp' rate Heat, and raſh Deſires: | _ think not, that T would engage your Virtues not my Eye. Till now my Paſſions © _ 3 Bard in my Blood; ne er pierc'd i into m Mind 5 0 But Pm! a Convert grown 1 Thoughts: n 2. And mult in Anguiſh ſpend my Days tocome, © It I poſſeſs nor 0 So much I ove. Ke. The Means ?— She's in a Cloyſter, is ſhe hes Within hoſe Walls to enter as We are, Will never be: Few Men, but Froa, come chere 2 * Which We ſhall never make. bw Heur. . If that would do it, Fwould make Any ching. | Rod. ——»—— Are you ſo hot ? | Fit ſerve hith, be ir but to fave his Honour. _ wh To feign a Corpſe . By th' Maſs, it hall be We moſt pretend, we do tranſport a As *twere to's Funeral; and coming late . | | - Crave a Night's Leave to reſt the Herſe ich EY That be our Courſe; for to ſuch Charity N Strict Zeal and Cuſtom of the Houſe give way. He. And, opportune, a vacant Herſe paſs'd. by From Rites but new perform'd ; This for a Price * We'll hire, to put our Scheme in Act. Ho! —. [Enter Gerald, whom Henri ee 3 ; * Ge- rald goes out. Rod. When we're once lodg'd, the Means of her | Conveyance, By ſafe and ſecret Force, with Eaſe we'll coinpaſs; | But, Brother, know my Terms.—If that your Miſtreſs [| Will to the World come back, and ſhe appear is An Object worthy in our F ather's s Eye, | | : Wooe her, and win her; but if his Conſent ol Keep not Pace with your Purpoſe—— = Henr. Doubt it not. 1 | I've look'd not with a common Eye; but choſe 7 x A noble Virgin, who to * ber ſo, 3 2 Has — * - hal , & * ” &£\ . * Tomy cool, wherein m conſtant Heart * - Af fed PA add ud b> BY nd „ Wie Die TA Loves! Ee, Ve of eg. Kaf-. If ever Woman yet could be an Angel, + She is the neareſt. . Aa er- no dan 7 0g Feaſts not a common Ear,—-— Now to dur Flor; We mall —.— Night in with Ms. | GW SST. oc s CEN E II. e Julio, 45d Tue Gentlemen. 3 Crus. Good Sir, compoſe fourſelf, The Keren bad mate © Lours "REF 1 8 eav'n h Thee chana w How happy had 1 been] 0 OY on . Gent. —— He's;calm again :. 59 Til take this Interval to work upon Fm Theſe wild and ſolitary Places, Sir, ok; | But feed your Pain; 1 1 And wo this forlorn See, that yields no — c F I Lie ſounds within. Jl Hal bark, a Soon from Heav . Do you hear Mm N Gent. Yes Sir; the Toveh of ſome ſweet Inftrument: : Here's no Inhabitant, 11. —.5ßr — No, no, "he beet ent. This is a ſtrange Place to hear Noſck in. og! Tal I'm often viſited with theſe ſweet Airs. The Spirit of ſome hapleſs Man that dy' d. And left his Love hid in a faithleſs oman,” ip Sure haunts theſe Mountains. [Violante ſings within: Fend Echo! forego thy light Strain, 5 And beedfully . a loſs Maid; © Go; tell the falſe Ear of the Swain How deeply bis Vows have betray d. Go, tell bim, what Sorrows ] Bear; Ste, yet if bis Heart feel my Moe: Ng now be muſt heal my Deſpair, Or Death will wake 7 Pity too flow, * 0 . — = _ — er er r ba © "Gent Se. 25 Strain bo. ur w0 Dirty L 897 Hus ſearch · d him to the 3 e ch we | Jul. „ 6 N. X | You, yever-loy'd.? — — 59 1 0 CRE 7 >). | Gert. No. | | fl 5 * | 25 * e | | if AS fon ng within G. . See, yet if bit ennie: r 2 *Tis nome mut heal.my_ Deſpair, a 2 eee ae ah e.. rue 280 Is not this heav'nly ? 77 PAag$y 1 wad yagud wo;i B Gent. | never thawed abs dike}Sir;—— 1 in my good e 17 | - Nothin e en Im 55 touch 'd we The heaw'ly Sour . Diffules a west Peace thro'-dll:my SGjẽỹ 5 But yet L wander what new, ſad, 8 By . myl Sor U. ne, r ſtand off ----- N e. Enters Violante.” 80% 01's +; viol. How. much, more Art, are EF Seer Eaſe to Complaigings,. or Redreſs of. Wropgs.. / On that Soul- ſpotted-Hind, my vicious M , * * 92 * — f 4 x - * F | Downs FALSEE9PAW choy his ARPlabixes Bows his fag Mountains, q And theſe Wild. Trees, than things, of nobler Na Nos. For Theſe receive, my Plaipts,. and $900" hall In many Echoes to,me. Aff good. Peop Are faln aſleep for ever. None 10 5 That have the Senſe, and ouch of T For Virtue's ſake: No, {carce their From whom I may expect Counſel in Fears, Jul. This a moving Sorrow. but fay. nothing. | Viol. What have I run, ro 1 Expos'd this Ruin of my ſelf ?.. Oh! Michief ! wr af 25 oe. ads ce e6 ff , ace tee. a... ant. io hy LH od: 4 HS, bY — . | | | | | | | | | | | | The DisTREST LovzRs; 49 Who would have thought, that ſuch poor Worms as they (vr beſt Fed is coarſe Bread; whoſe- Bry'rage, | ater ; Should have ſo much rank Blood ? [ 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 ſhe ſpeaks next, liſten as ſeriouſly As Women do that have their Loves at Sea, What Wind blows ev'ry Morning. Viol. I cannot get this falſe Man's 3 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 Both!) 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 EEA ,——— -Yalour, J alice, Diſcretion, Honeſty, and all they covet, To make them ſeeming Saints, are but the Wiles - By which theſe Syrens Jure us to Deſtruction. Ful. Do not you weep now? I could drop myſelf | Into a Fountain for her. Cent. She weeps extremely. | Fall. — Let her weep; "tis well: Her Heart will break elſe. Great Sorrows live in Tears. Viol. O falſe Henriquez / = >, Ha! Viol. And Oh, thou Fool, Forſaken Violante | whoſe Belief And childiſh Love have made thee ſo go, die; For there is nothing left thee now to look for, —_—_ That can bring Comfort, but a quiet Grave. There all the Miſeries I long have felt, And thoſe to come, ſhall ſweetly ſleep together. Fortune may guide that falſe Henriquez hither, To weep Repentance o'er my pale, dead Corſe, E And SO arts cw ith H His nar: have flung upon us? | And ps Before your Griefs. Methought, when laſt we met, bett FA noob; vr, And cheer my wand'ring Spirit with thoſe lov'd Obſe- Goin 700 8 Stay, Lady, ſtay: Can it be poſſible (Going That you are Violante? _ Viol. — That loſt Name, Spoken by Ons Ave Kade maſt Know m Fortunes, as VT much Fear from me. Who are you, Sir? For ſure I am that 22 Violumte. Jul. And I, as far any carthſy Comfort 3 kaow yet, the 3 Julio? "_ — — -m— 7 „ PO Bene bar " Henriquez | Had Pow'r to you to a Boy, why, Lady, Should not that M: hief make me any hit That have an equal Share in all the Mieries Well I know it: me, 1 could not know your Virtues The Accent of your Voice ſtruck on my Ear Like ſomething 1 had known, but Floods of Sorrow Drown'd the Remembrance. If you'll pleaſe to ſit, (Since 1 have found a fuff'ring true Companion) And give me Hearing, I will tell you ſomething Of Leonora that may comfort you. Jul. Bleſſing upon thee! Hencefotth, I proteſt Never to leave thee, if Heav'n fay Amen. But, ſoft! let's ſhift dur Ground, guide our fad Steps To ſome remoter Gloom, where, undiſturb'd, We may compare our Woes; dwell on the Tale Of mutual Injuries, till our Eyes run o'er, And we infe& each other with freſh Sorrows. — Talk*d you of Comfort ? *Tis the Food of Fools, And we'll have 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, [Exennt. The End of the Fourth All. ACT. The DIS TRE8T Lovers, 517 40 r v. SCENE I SCENE, The Proje of the Mu- tains continued. Enter Roderick, Leonora veiPd, Henriques, Atten- | dants as Mourners. Red. R certain, Lady, nothing ſhall betide But fair and noble Uſage. Pardon me, That hitherto a Courſe of Violence Has ſiatch*d you from that Seat of Contemplation To which you gaye your After-Life. Tieon. Where am I? * Not in the Nunnery; never bluſh, nor trem- cz Your Honour has as fair a Guard as when Within a Cloiſter. Know then, what is done, (Which, I preſume, you underſtand not truly) Has this Uſe, to preſerve the Life of One Dying for Love of You, my Brother and your Friend : | Under which Colour we deſir'd to reſt Our Herſe one Night within your hallow'd Walls, Where we ſurpriz'd you. Leon. Are you that Lord Roderick So ſpoken of for Virtue and fair Life, And dare you loſe theſe to be Advocate For ſuch a Brother, ſuch a ſinful Brother, E 2 Such 62 Dovsrer FAL Snoop; or, Such an unfaithful, treacherous, brutal Brother? Kod. This is a fearful Charge. [ [Looks at Henriquez. 1 you would have me Think you ſtill bear Reſpet for Virtue's Name; As you would wiſh your Daughters, thus diſtreſs'd, Might find a Guard, protect me from Henriquez, And I am happy, Rod. ome, Sir, make your Anſwer For as I have a Soul, I am aſham'd on't. Henr. O Leonora! ſee, thus ſelf-condemn'd, I throw me at your Feet, and ſue for Mercy. If I have err'd, impute it to my Love; The Tyrant God that bows us to his Sway, Rebellious to the Laws of reas*'ning Men; That will not have his Vot'ries Actions ſcann'd, But calls it Juſtice when we moſt obey him. He but commanded, when your Eyes inſpit'd ; Whoſe ſacred Beams, darted 1 into my Soul, Have purg'd the Manſion from i impure Deſires, | And kindled in my Heart a Veſtal's Flame. Leon. Riſe, riſe, my Lord; this well- diſſembled Paſſion as gain d you nothing but a deeper Hate. Should TI 1 . he can truly love me, That, like llain, murthers my Deſires? Or ſhould I drink: that Wine, and think 1 it Cordial, When I ſee Poiſon in't? Rod. - Draw this way, Lady; I am not perfect in your Story yet; But ſee 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 from hence, Where your Diſtreſs ſhall find the due Reſpect: Till when, your Griefs ſhall govern me as much As Nearneſs and Affection to my Brother. Call my Attendants yours, and uſe them freely; For The DisTREST Lovens. WT - | For, as I am a Gentleman, no Pow'r Above your own Will ſhalt come near your Perſon. | [ 4s they are going out, Violante enters, and — Roderick by the Sleeve ;- the reſt go out.] | "on K Your Ear a Moment: Scorn not my tender _ Youth. Rod. Look to the Lady there. — I follow ſtrait. © What ails this Boy? Why doſt thou ſingle me? Viol. The due Obſervance of your noble Virtue, Vow'd to this mourning Virgin, makes me bold | To give ir more Employment. | Rod. — ——— Art net thou The ſurly Shepherd's Boy, that, when L a To know the Way, ran crying by mk" | | Viol. Yes, Sir. And I thank Heav'n and you for — me. Rod. How did 1 help thee, Boy? _ Viol. I do but ſeem ſo, Sir; and am <4 A Woman; one your Brother once has lov'd, Or, Heav'n forgive him elſe, he ly'd extremely. ; Rod. Weep not, good Maid. O this hoontipus Brother ! But how came you a Wand'rer on theſe Mountains? Viol. That, as we paſs, an't pleaſe you, I'll. diſcover, I will aſſure you, Sir, theſe barren Mountains Hold many Wonders of your-Brother's making, Here wanders hapleſs Julio, worthy Man! Beſides himſelf with Wrong eg Rod. That once again 8 Viol. Sir, 1 ſaid, Julio. Sleep weigh d down his Eyelids, ' Oppreſs'd with Watching, juſt as you approach 'd us. | 125 O Brother! We ſhall ſound the Depths of Falſhood. If this be true; no more, but guide me to him: I hope a fair End will ſucceed. all yet. If it be he, by your Leave, gentle Brother, Pl ſee him ſery'd firſt. Maid, you have o 'erjoy'd me, E 3 Thou — 54 Bae Fals noopz or, Thou ſhalt have Right too: Make thy fair Appel To the good Duke, and doubt not but thy Tears Shall be repaid with Intereſt from his bat. Lead me to Julio. Luut. SCENE II. An hene in the Lodge. "Enter the Duke, Don Bernard, and Camilo. Cam. Ay, then your Grace had had a 4 more z he, a Daughter; and I, an Heir: But let it be as 'ris, I cannot mend it; one Way or other I ſhall rub. it over with rubbitg to my Grave, and there's an End on'c. Duke. Our Sorrows cannot help us, Gentlemen. Cam. Hang me, Sir, if I one Tear more. By Jove, I've wept ſo long, I'm as blind as Juſtice. When ] come — my Hawks (which I held a Toy next to my Son) if they be but Houſe-high, I muſt ſtand aim at them like a Gunner. Are Aan like April, full of Show'rs and Dews, And yet I blame you not; for I myſelt . Feel the ſell· ſame AffeCtions, Let them go; They're diſobedient Children. | D. Bern, We; neee, er my Lord 3 ' Yet they may turn again, Cam. Let them e' en have their Swing ; they're young and wanton 3 the next Storm we ſhall” bevy them gal- lop homeward, whining as Pigs do in the Wind. 5. Bern. Would I had m Dpugiter any 2. Cam. Woald t chou have ber me that? D. Bern. I care not, if an honeſt Father got ie. Cam, Lou might have had her ſo in this good Time Had my Son had her: Now you may go ſeek - n Due. _ Why, he mourns like a Man. Don Bernard, weed ed © ad wait him: 2 He has o' erſlipp'd the Time, at which his Letters | 9 Of Speed requeſt that I ſhould alſo meet him. I fear, ſome bad Event is uſher'd in ; By this Delay: - How now ? Enter a cui Gent. 80 pleaſe 70 Grace, Lord Rod'rick makes Ap Duke. Il thank you Fellow, . . For thy ſo timely News: Comes he alane ? - Gent. No, Sir, attended well ; and in his Tina Follows a Herſe with all due Rites of Maurniy Duke, Hear n | ſend Henriquez live! (5 Cam, —Tis my poor Julia | Sao $ Roderick, haſtily... Duke. O welcome, welcome, Welcome, good Rod'rick ! Say, what News? Cam. Do you bring r my Lord? For me, Come 6 of can come, I'll live a Month or two If the Gout pleaſe, curſe my a one more, And then | Under this frame Lies dev nx one. Nd. Signior, you do expreſs a MU Patience. My noble 5 ather, ſomething I have brought | To eaſe your Sorrows: My Endeavours have not Been altogether barren in.my Journey. „ Boy; but I hop'd i r E 4 Ent 1 The DisTREST LoveRs fg Duke. You ſay, that Rod'rick charg'd you here ſhould | 86 Dor Farsnoop; on, m_ Enter Leonora beide. Henriquez bebind, and 4. WE ene. | Rod. The compeuy I being vil dent me Witneſs The buſieſt of my Time has been employ'd On this good Taſk. Don Bernard finds beneath This Veil his Daughter; you, my 4 Father, Behind that Lady find a wand'rin How I met with chem, and how Erooght them huber More Leiſure muſt. unfold. 1 Henr. —— My Father here! | And Zalio's 1 O Confuſion ! —— Low as Earth . 0 1 bow me for your Pardon. 595 {fo the Duke. D, Bern. O my Girl!!! Thou bring'ſt new Life. 8 Levpors. Duke. And you, my Son, reſtore me [To Roderick. One Comfort here that has been miſſing long. I hope thy Follies. thou haſt left abroad. To Henriq. Cam. Ay, ay; you've all Comforts but 1; you have ruin'd me, kill'd my poor Boy; * god ruin'd him; and I have no Comfort: | To, pate,” 9 Time may guide wy 1 To work you Como too. Cam. I chank your Lordſhip; Would Grandſire Time had been ſo kind to ve done it, We might have joy d together like good Fellows; But he's ſo full of Buſineſs, good Old Man, Tis Wonder he could do the Good he has done. D. Bern. Nay, Child, be comforted. Thele Tears Bei, fl. me. 1 £8 6 TL L540 e, Hear your Father, Lad * Len. or ood 25 * Dute. The Voice of Parents is the Voice of Gods: For to their Children they are Heav'n's IS - Made Fathers, not for common Uſes merely of Procreation (Beaſts and Birds would be As The” D1sTREST 'LoveRs. k - As noble then as we are); but to ſteer - : The A Storms and Dan- . Which wich full Sails they bear upon, and Arcighten The moral Line of Life they — ſo often: For theſe are we made Fathers, and for theſe May challenge Duty on our Children's Part. Obedience is the Sacrifice of Angels. Whoſe, Form you carry. good Wench. D. Bern. Hear the Duke, AP Leon. 1 do moſt Wass My gracoos Lord, [To the Duke. Let me be 0 n to requeſt... | He would not farther-preſs me with Perſuaſions O'th' inſtant Hour; but have the gentle Patience To bury this keen Suit, till I ſhake Hands With my old Sorrows, Cam. — Why doſt look at me? Alas! 1 cannot help thee. Leon, —— And hos: weep A Farewell to my murther'd Juli. * 1 Bleſſing be wich: thy Soul whene'er it leayes 1 Loon, n or ſuch ſad Rites muſt be performed, wy Lor E'er I can love again, Maids that have lov'd, If they be worth that noble Teſtimony, | Wear their Loves here, my Lord; here, in their Hearts; deep within; not in their Eyes or Accents; Such may be ſlipp'd away; or with true Tears BN Waſh'd out of all Remembrance: Mine, no Phyſick, But Time or Death, can cure. Henr. You make your own Conditions, and I ſeal them Thus on your virtuous Hand. [ Afde. | Cam. Well, Wench, thy Equal Shall not be found in haſte; I * thee that : ſ k Thou 58 DovsLe FAL $H00D; or, Thou art a right one, ev'ry Inch. Thy Father (For, without Doubt, that Snuff never begot thee) © Was ſome choice Fellow, ſome true Gentleman; | I give thy Mother Thanks fayt=—Uthere" s no Harm done. Would I were -young again, and had bur thee, A good Horſe under me, and a good Sword, And thus much for Inheritanee.— 2 offers, once or twice, to foew ber ſelf, but goes . an Dake. What Boy's has | a Has offer d twice or thrice to break: upon us? I've noted him, d ſtill he falls back fearful. Rod. A little Boy, Sir, like a - a6 erb Date. Tes. 8 Rod. Tis wür Page, Brocher 3 —— One cha was ſo, late. Henr. My Page! What Page! Rod. Even ſo he — 1 And more, and worſe, you from . a, And promis'd him Preferment. OY | Henr. I, Prefermentl— 2 And on ſome ſlight Occaſion let hich 3 Here on theſe Mountains, where he had been ſtarv'd Had not my People found him as we rein. This was not handſome, Brother. Henr, Fou are merry. Nod. You'll find it ſober Trutb. | Dake, If ſo, *tis ill, | Henr. 2 Fiction all, Sir Brother, you muſt ple To look ſome other Fool to put theſe Tricks on; > They are too obvious: — . your Grace, * Leave T' admit the Boy; if he — me, and fy J ſtole him from his Friends, and caſt him off, Know me no I pray do not wrong me, Enters De DisTREST Lo VERS. 59 A Euere Violante, Rod. Here is che Boy. If he deny chis to you, * Then I have wrong'd you, Due. Hear me: What's thy Name, Boy? Diol. Florio, an't like your Grace. Duke. ——— - A * Child. Where waſt thou born? Viol. — On tother Side the Mountains, Duke. What are thy Friends ? Viol. — A Father, Sir; but poor. | Du ke. How cameſt thou hither? how to leave thy Father? 4 re noble Celler pleas'd once to like Pointing to Henriquez. And, — to lies ſo much to doat upon me, That with his Promiſes he won my Youth ' And Duty from my Father: Him 1 follow'd. Red. How ſay you now, Brother? Cam. - Ay, my Lord, bow ſay you? Hen. As I have L — Soul, tis al a Trick, Sir, I never ſaw the Boy before. Vi oh, —— x „ O Sir, N Call not your Soul to witneſs in a Wrong: And 'tis not noble in you to deſpiſe What you have made thus. If I lie, let Juſtice Turn all her Rods upon me. Duke. — — Pye, Henrique ; There is no Trace of Cunning in this Boy. Cam, A good Boy! Be not fearful : Speak 2 Mind, Child. Nature, fare, meant thou ſhould*ſt have been a Wench; And then't had been no Marvel he had bobb'd thee. Dake. Why did he put thee from him? Viol. — That to me Is yet unknown, Sir; for my Faith he could not, I never did deceive him; for my Service He 60 DouBLE FALSHOOD; or, He had no juſt Cauſe z what my Youth was able My Will {il put in Act. to pleaſe my Maſter: I cannot ſteal, therefore that can be nothing ; Io my Undoing : No, nor lie; wy Breeding, . - Tho' it be plain, 1 is honeſt. © U epi. Duke. - Weep not, Child. Cam. This Lord has abuſed Men, Women, and 2 already: What farther Plot he has, the Devil nows. Duke. If thou cat ſt bring a Witneſs of thy Wrong, (Elſe i it would be Injuſtice to believe thee, He having ſworn againſt it) thou ſhalt have, I bind it with my Honour, Satisfaction To thine own Wiſhes. Viol. — —„— ] deſire no more, Sir, T have a Witneſs, and a noble one | For Truth and Honeſty. Rod. Go, bring him bither. - [Exit Violante, Henr. This lying Boy will take him to his Heels, And leave me ſlander'd. h—————-No} I'll be his Voucher. Henr. Nay then, tis plain this is Confederacy. . . © Rod. That he has been an Agent in your Service Appears from this. Here is a Letter, Brother, | (Produc'd, perforce, to give him Credit with me); q The Writing, yours; the Matter, Love; for ſo, 0 He ſays, he can explain it. Cam. —— Then, belike, A young He-bawd. Hen... This Forgery confounds wel | Duke. Read it, Roderick. Red. Reads.] Our Prudence ſhould now teach us to forget what our Indiſcretion hag committed. I have already made one | Step towards this Wiſdom ——— Henr. Hold, Sir My very Words to Violante! Afrde, Duke. Go on. * Heur. \ The Dis TREsT Lovers 61 Henr. —— My gracious Father, give me Pardonz , I do confeſs I 4 ſuch Letter wrote (The Purport all too trivial for your Ear) But how it reach'd this young Diſſembler's . Is what I cannot folve. For on my Soul, And by the Honours of my Birth and Houſe, The Minion's Face till now I never ſaw, Rod. Run not too far in Debt on Proteſtation,— Why ſhould you do a Child this Wrong ? Henr. — Go to; ' Your Friendſhips — warrant not this Abuſe: If you provoke me thus, I ſhall forget What you are to me, This is a mere Practice And Villainy to draw me into Scandal. Red. No more; you are a Boy, — Here comes a Witneſs _. Shall prove you ſo: No more. Enter Julio, Efrris'd ; Violante, as a Woman. Henr. Another Raſcal ! Duke Hold. Heur. Ha [Seeing Violante. Dake. What's here? Henr. By all my Sins, the injur'd Violante! ¶ Aſide. ' Rog. Now, Sir, whoſe Practice breaks? Cam. Is this a Page? [To Henr. Rod. One that has done him Service, And he has paid her for't; but broke his Covenant. Viol. My Lord, 1 come not now to wound your Spirit Your — Affection dead, which firſt betray'd me, My Claim die with it! Only let me not Shrink to the Grave with Infamy upon me; Protect my Virtue tho? it hurt your Faith, And my laſt Breath ſhall ſpeak Henriguez noble. Henr. What a fierce Conflict Shame and wounded Honour 5 Raiſe 005 0 Gt Tm —— — — — —— — P— ed * I 5 . 1 N * a „ — _ - 1 N * * 72 . 62 Dou FALSuOOD; or, Raiſe in my Breaſt but S She A as beauteous and as innocent As when I wrong d her. Virtuous Violante! ＋ T good for me dare you ſtill 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 : | This is my Wife; no other would I chuſe 8 / Were ſhe a Cam.Here's anew Change! Bernard looks dull upon't. _ Henr. And fair Leonores, from whoſe Virgin Arms I forc'd my wrong'd Friend Julio; O forgive me. Take home your holy Vows, and let him have em That has deferv*d them. O that he were here! That I might own the Bafenels of my Wrong. And purpos'd Recompence. My Violante, You mutt again be widow'd ; for I vow A ceaſeleſs Pilgrimage, ne'er to know Joy Till I can give it to the injur'd Julio. Cam. This almoſt Melts me. But my poor loft Boy! | — Red. IIl ſtop that Voyage, Brother. —Gentle Lady, What think you of this honeſt Poga e | Ton. Alas! My Thoughts, my Lord, were al 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 ! ſtay; it cannot He has his Eye, his Features, Shape, and Geſture.- — Would he would ſpeak. ; Jul. Leonora! [Throws off bis Diſguiſe. Leon. -———=— Tes, tis he O Ecſtacy of Joy! {They embrace. Cam. Now, what's the Matter? Red. Let em alone ; they're almoſt ftarv'd for Kiſſes. Cam. Stand F orty Foot off ; no Man trouble 8 Much 14 The DiSTREST Lovers, 6 — Much Good may do your Hear1—Whet is * 2 | 5 What is he? Red. A certain Son of yours. Cam. — The Devil he is. 1 _ » Rod. If he be the Devil, that Devil muſt call you Father. | Cam. By your Leave 4 ittle, ho. Are you my Jalio ? Jul. My Duty tells me ſo, Sir, Still on my Knees.—But Love engroſs'd me all: O Leonora, do I once more hold thee? Cam. Nay, to't _ 1 will not hinder you a i Kiſs. "Tis hel — _ {Leaps. Leon. The een Pow rs at lengeh have crown'd our Loves. T7 Think, F« e the Storm that's now o 'erblown, Tho? ſour Affliction combat Hope awhile, When Lovers ſwear true Faith, the liſ'ning Angels Stand on the golden Battlements of Heav'n, And waft their Vows to the Eternal Throne. Such were our Vows, and fo are they repaid. Duke. E'en as you are, we'll join your Hands to- gether, A Providence above our Pow'r rules all. 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