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THE SPANISH ROGUE .

As it was ACTED BY HIS Majesties Servants .

Written by THO: DVFFETT .

Hor. Serm. — O bone ! ne te Frustrere : Insanis & tu , Stultique prope omnes .

LONDON , Printed for William Cademan at the Pope's Head in the Lower Walk in the New Exchange in the Strand . M.DC.LXXIV .

TO MADAM ELLEN GVYN . Madam ,

IT is not , because you were pleas'd to be very kind to this Play , when it was acted ; for I know not whether you ever honour'd it with your Presence : Nor is it to return you a troublesome acknowledgment for Favours ; for I am sure you do not know me : Nor the hope of obliging you to my future advantage ; for the utmost return I expect is your pardon ; None of these has made me guilty of this presumption . But since a Play in print , without an Epistle Dedicatory , is now like a Modish Gallant without a Mistriss , or a Papist without a tutelar Saint , I resolv'd to obey Custom in making a Dedication , and my own free inclination in the choice of your Excellent Self , at whose Feet I humbly lay this ; wherein , though my rash Boldness may be censur'd , I 'm sure my Prudence will be applauded : For if this Censorious Age will submit to the most perfect Beauty , or the greatest Goodness in the World , under your Protection it will be safe . — Nature almost overcome by Art , has in your Self rally'd all her scatter'd Forces , and on your charming Brow , sits smiling at the slavish toyls which yours and her envious Foes endure ; striving in vain with the fading weak supplies of Art , to rival your Beauties ; which are ever the same , and alwayes incomparable . Notwithstanding this great Truth is celebrated by All that know you ; You still are Mistriss of so much obliging Affability , so free from sullen Pride , and affected Stateliness , the usual Attendants of extraordinary Felicity ; not contented to be safe in the barren praise of doing no ill , but so readily and so frequently doing good , as if it were not your Nature , but your Business ; that , next to your Beauty , these Virtues are the greatest Miracle of the Age. If I am the first that has taken the boldness to tell you this , in Print , 't is because I am more ambitious than all others , to be known by the Title of ,

Madam , Your Admirer , and humblest Servant , T. D.
The Persons Names . Don Fenise — Mr. Harris . Don Alonzo — Mr. Lyddal . Don Manuel — Mr. Watson . Larasco — Mr. Powell . Mingo — Mr. Cash . Sanchez — Mr. Griffin . Alcinda — Mrs. Boutell . Rosella — Mrs. Uphill . Teresa — Mrs. Corye . Leonella — Mrs. Kneppe . Neighbours , &c.
PROLOGUE Spoken by Mrs. BOUTELL . OVR poor forsaken Stage does now appear , Like some cast Mistriss that has once been fair : In ev'ry part a sad decay we find , Yet fondly look , that you should still be kind ; At least we hope , what our Defects deny , Your eager want will at this time supply : For , as fierce Captain that from Camp returns , Flies at each Vizard-mask he sees , — and burns : So , in this Dearth of Wit , methinks to Night You should not stand to mind if all be right . None sure will rail at faults we Women make , When the kind failing's onely for your sake . And , tell me Gallants ! which would you like best ? The tedious Fool that stayes 'till she is drest , Or the kind Girl , who when the hour is come , Slips on the Morning Gown , and steals from home ? After the good old English way we treat , Though it be plain , we give you wholesom Meat . Our Friends of th' other House , do often take ye With such Ragousts as nasty French Cooks make ye . With garnish'd Dishes they delight your Eyes , And give you nought but Vermine in disguise . 'T is not a Ladies Paint , can gain her Hearts , Nor silly Lords fine Cloaths , can mend his Parts : Loaded with Liv'ries , the Gilt Coach may roul , And yet the Spark within may be a Fool. To your own Cost , most of you Gallants know , That is not alwayes best that makes a Show . Were the Truth known , here 's many a Spark I fear , That has been lewdly Chous'd in fine Semar . Thus Fools are caught , but the old crafty Sinner , Takes the sound Wench ; though in Straw-Hat and Pinner .
THE Spanish Rogue .
ACT I.
Scene 1. Enter Don Fenise and Larasco in Fenise 's House . Fen. DEspairing Merchants , when their Fleets appear , After the dangers of a stormy year , Have swelling hopes like mine ; yet doubt their Fate , 'Till in their greedy arms they hug their freight . Assist me Fortune ! fix thy rouling wheel Some few short minutes , and for ever reel . Not yet ! — how dull and lazily it creeps ? Looks on his Watch. O Expectation ! how each moment sleeps ! Lar. Sleep on , old time ! for thou hast need of Rest , Who art for ev'ry Lovers service prest . Had my grave Courage been as rash as his , We both had slep'd eternally ere this . These Lovers ; whom the Devil cannot frigh● , When near enjoyment fires their appetite ; Design'd to meet like Cats , i' th dead of night : But I told him , whom nothing else cou'd stay , 'T was her command he should not stir till day . This time much better fits my peaceful mind , Though Love wo'nt , let them see , must I be blind ? She has , poor thing ! expected him all night , And , though he 's freed from 's peevish Mistriss by 't , I know he 'll Rant ; but my resolve is set — These valiant Friends did never fail me yet . His Feet . Fen. Ev'n in consent , she 's cruel too , the night Much better wou'd disguise a Lovers flight . None but her self can such delayes repair ; Impatience is as restless as despair . — Exeunt Fenise and Larasco .
Scene 2. Enter Alcinda and Leonella in Don Manuel 's Hall . Alc. Is this a Lovers haste ? Did he not say , Each minute in my absence seem'd a day ? False man ! unworthy of my meanest thought ! To slight a Love he has so dearly bought — My flame increases by his cold delay ; Revenge shall lead me off , though love wou'd stay . Exit Alcinda . Leon. The language of those begging eyes I know , Implores a reason that she may not go : I 'll rather make her hate him if I can , For she 's too good for such a faithless man . — Going out , she sees Fenise and Laraseo coming ; and returns with a dark Lanthorn . Enter Fenise and Larasco . Fen. The King of Planets from his daz'ling Crown , With more than common Red gilds ore the Town : Blushing to see Loves secrets trust the Light . Leon. Stand ! Who goes there ? what sturdy mortal Wight , When dismal shades the sleeping World orespread , And yawning Graves let out their wandring dead , Disturbs the silent night ? and rashly pryes Into pale Hecates drowsie sacrifice ! Speak daring Mortal ! say , what makes thee creep Through unknown paths , when time itself's asleep ? Declare thy dire intent — Fen. Let 's make all sure , And play these Frolicks when we are secure . Leon. This voyce I know ; deceive me not pale Moon ! 'T is he ! — hey ho ! what made you come so soon ? This Love 's a restless Bedfellow ; take heed , Tread soft and sure ; this shews you love indeed , T' adventure out this dreadful stormy Night , You might have taken cold , or met a Spright — Lar. A Spright ! where ! where ! Ah good Sir ! dear Sir ! stay no longer here — Fen. Pry'thee release my patience , I 'll approve This sport another time — But where 's my Love ? Leon. Where is your Love indeed ? to make her wait , Were it not lost , you had not come so late . Go boast your Treachery , and then declare How long you woo'd , how oft you perjur'd are ; When you consult your Conquest , sum your Cost Of precious time , and Oaths ; See who has lost . She will your scorn with interest return , And , for your falseness , Heav'n will make you mourn . Fen. Thy Looks are well , but in thy Words I find The certain signs of a distemper'd mind ; Is it to me you speak ? and can you prove My wandring Faith , or my decaying Love ? Disperse these wonders which your words create ; It was my Penance to attend so late ; And if I suffer , for your own designe , Your loud Complaints more justly will be mine . Leon. Ah Sir ! Excuses which so weak appear , Betray too little Love , or too much Fear : Do jealous Lovers , which abhor the light , Call Phoebus to attest their secret flight ? She summon'd you ere Night wax'd grey , as soon As the Antipodes enjoy'd their Noon . Fen. Thou heartless Fool ! what mischief hast thou done , Instructing me to wait the rising Sun ; Kneel to good Fortune , for thy Life 's the stake ; Raise not my Ruine on this Rogues mistake , I 'll lead her hence , or perish at her feet . Leon. Sooner the Eve and Infant day may meet ; This injury reviv'd her dying scorn , And stay'd me here to hasten your return . Ill Tydings flie , too soon you 'll hear the rest — Fen. The rest ! Can my Misfortune be increast ? I know too little , since there 's more behind . Leon.

If she can hate you , to your self be kind .

Fen.

Villain be gone ! thy swiftest fears out-flie —

Leon.

Your Sword would blush to wear so base a Die.

Fen. In such extremes of Fate , I want a guide : None can securely stem wild passions Tyde . Proceed ! — hold ! — ( curs'd fortune ) dispatch the rest — Leon.

Y' are banish'd from her presence , and her brest .

Fen. His baseness is too weak a guard — He dyes ! For such a Saint too poor a Sacrifice . Fenise draws , and Larasco runs in crying . Lar. Dear ! Dear ! merciful ! pardon my mistake , For Heavens , Oh Sir ! for fair Alcinda's sake — Within . Exit Larasco . Murther ! Murther ! I 'm dead ! I 'm dead ! Fen.

Nothing to stop his Throat ? no hearty Curse ?

Leon. O for an Irish Wolf to make him hoarse . Thieves ! Thieves ! Thieves ! Rogues ! Villains ! Dogs ! Thieves ! Manuel within . Leon.

The Blood-hounds up , no cunning can relieves .

Fen.

Curse on his yelping Jaws ! what shall we do ?

Leon.

Here , here ! quickly Sir , step in here —

Exeunt Mingo and Leonella . Enter Don Manuel in a ridiculous Morning dress . Man . Thieves ! Thieves ! Wife ! Daughter ! Maid ! no body hear ? All the dores open , undone ! rob'd ! undone ! All the World asleep ? am I heard by none ? Murther ! murther ! I 'm dead , down right stone dead . Ha! 't is so , 't is so , my wild girls are fled . Pray Heav'n it be no worse , I 'll raise the Town . Exit Manuel locking the dore after him . Enter Don Fenise and Leonella . Leon. Consult her safety , though you slight your own ; Her Honour suffers in your longer stay , No dull consideration ; but away — Still more unhappy ! he has lock'd the dore . Exit Leonella . Fen. Never to see , nor think of me no more ! Why can she not my Love transform to hate ? And rule my Passion , as she rules my Fate ? Why did those mighty Powers we adore , Give Beauty so much strength , and give no more ? Have I for this , outwatch'd a Tyrants Spie ? A Hermits Zeal , or Statesmans Jealousie ? When Mad-men sleep , and madder Chymists rest , Loves greater madness still annoyes my Brest . Repent ! too cruel Fair thy Vow repent ! Let the Offender bear the punishment — Unkind Alcinda ! Must we ever part ? Can She so easily command her heart ? To my insulting Fate too much I bow : If I must never more , I 'll see her now — I dare not go ; Dull Fenise ! canst thou bear These injuries from Love , and blame his fear ? He 's innocent , or thou must guilty prove ; As he to fear submits , thou yeild'st to Love . Enter Leonella pulling Larasco in . Leon.

Among the Women you can domineer —

Lar.

Kill me Sir ! Kill me ! rid me of my fear .

Fen. This Fellow may his frighten'd sense regain , The Object once remov'd , removes his pain ; Love , like an angry Ghost , allows no rest , But still torments the guilty Lovers Brest . Yet I 'll shak 't off ! * * Alcinda at a Window . Ha! 't is she ! treacherous sense ! A Thousand Devils cannot force me hence . Urge it no more , but to her lead the way . Leon.

Her strict Commands I dare not disobey .

Fen. The saddest prospect of my Fate I see , She being lost , much worse it cannot be . Thou shalt relent — here 's gold — Leon. Who can resist the charms your tongue affords ? This is a language sweeter far than words . Lar. O Wondrous Virtue of imperious gold ! For thee is Honour bought , and Heaven sold . Yet , had I all ere fruitful Peru bred , I 'd give it freely to be safe in Bed . What new design ? something she talks of me , I fear some plot upon my Chastity . Fen.

Sirrah ! Observe her Orders —

Lar.

More Catterwouling yet ! Hell stop her breath !

Fen.

Another Murmur shall foretel thy death .

Lar. I wish'd a task , whose danger might declare What I dare do , my Folly to repair . Leon. Watch , and inform us when he comes , See right , Let not your shadow put you in a fright . Lar.

I 'll fight the proudest he that wears a head .

Leon. What darest thou stake against my Maidenhead ? I do not take thy rusty Sword away . Thou a Fighter ! Lar. Donna ! your beauty may , That man is mad that will with Women fight , Your loss by day you can revenge at night . Fen. Dispatch his charge , my dearest blood I 'd pay To buy each minute which you throw away . Villain ! be watchful — Exeunt Fenise and Leonella . Lar. Sir ! I will — not stay — If all my art and strength can get away . This Lock is vengeance strong , No passage here : No Window big enough for creeping Fear ? Ne'r talk on 't ! I can't endure to be kill'd , He cares not so his wild desire 's fulfill'd . I 'll try the Garden wall — is this door fast ? Then life adieu ! the fatal Die is cast . A Kingdom to secure my life ! — he 's there ! A Noise within . Oh my dear pretty heart ! thy end draws near . O Death what shall I do ? where shall I hide ? No cunning place to tye my self aside ! A little stay — my knife ! yet do not come : — Pox on 't ! now I have left my knife at home : Else I could cut my throat . Poor carkass ! how Must thou be Slic'd and Carbonado'd now ? I might have stop'd the Lock too , fool that I was ! Oh my belly ! good Lock don't let him pass ! Dear Lock stand too 't ! sweet Lock don't let 'em come ! ‛ Wounds ! how I shall be Slash'd ? there 's forty o 'm — Enter Don Manuel and Neighbours ridiculously arm'd ; They see Larasco , and run off again . So , so , now they consult about my End — Enter again Don Manuel and Neighbours . Man . You that such daring courage did pretend , What made you run ? I 'll bravely go before , Come Neighbours ! enter all , and shut the dore . What all gone agen ? my case is hard , Larasco stands up like a Statue . I dare not see , my house without a guard . Ha! one of the Villains ! or but a shape Set up to fright me , while the Rogues escape ; It does not move , nor breath , it must be so — Were it a Man , thus wou'd I forward go — Lar.

Now must I go to Pot ! — how my bones ake ! — Aside .

Man . And Slash him thus , — ha ! did not something shake ? What shall a Scarecrow make me thus afraid ? Yet , by this light ! 't is very neatly made ; Substance ! true mortal substance too ! — I 'le swear , Not one convenient member wanting here . This shape may any maid alive deceive — Lar. I am a very Image I believe , But I have heard that Images can't feel . Aside . Man . I fear no flesh alive , by this bright steel ! O for a Caesar now , or for that brave Undaunted Soul that did the world enslave ; Like Tennis-balls I 'd whirl them about , And thus make way to let their Courage out He strikes Larasco . Lar.

Oh! Curse on your valour ! — Aside .

Man . I 'll try to place His head upright , and paint some red in 's face . The nose too should be mended , and the eyes — Lar. How to escape this dog I can't devise — Now he has turn'd his back , I 'le cut his throat — Larasco draws , Manuel sees him , and runs off ; then Larasco falls grov'ling on the ground . Man .

Murther ! murther ! murther !

Lar.

Oh dismal note !

Enter Leonella hastily . Leon.

What noise was that ? what 's the disturbance here ?

Lar. Mercy ! good Sir , Mercy ! Oh do but hear , I 'll confess all — Noble Don Manuel ! Your cursed Wench , by some infernal Spell Entic'd Don Fenise hither , and has sold The fair Alcinda to him for his gold . He 's now within persuading her away ; I am a servant , Sir , — forc'd to obey — Dear Sir be merciful ! Leon.

Rise , and be free —

Lar. Ha! is it you ? confound such Sorcerie ! The Hall's inchanted , or this cou'd not be . Enter Fenise and Alcinda . Fen. Since that blest hour I gave my heart to you , My busie thoughts no other object knew . My Eyes ne'r stray'd to any other face , My heart ne'r fram'd a wish beyond this place . I plead no merit , Madam ! for I know My Service weak , and my desert too low . Alcin. Fenise ! Upbraid me not with your desert , I know 't is great , and well deserves my heart ; Were you unworthy , my obliging Vow Has made me yours , nor will I break it now . Yet Gratitude ( for Love ne'r reach'd my Brest , Nor yet had power to disturb my rest ) Makes me your Pris'ner now ; and let●s me see , You prize your fading pleasures more than me . Your satisfaction you resolve to buy , Though at the price of my dear liberty . Fen. By what you want , judge not the love I have , You cannot be a Pris'ner to your Slave . If Love cannot incite you to depart , Trust gratitude awhile to guide your heart . Alc. Give Reason yours , and an Example shew , Or ask no more what you refuse to do . You cannot cease to Love ; I can't begin ; You cannot break the Snare , nor I get in ; Yet , to content your self , you 'll punish me — Alas ! this is not Love , but Cruelty . Fen. How strangely Madam ! at the self-same time , You do excuse , and charge me with a Crime . If Love can't be compell'd , as 't is most true , Fenise adores , but Fortune injures you . Alc. Justly your Passion may suspected grow , Since you demand those proofs you dare not show . You gain my Faith by leaving me behind , Lessen your Love , and practise to be kind . Leon. Tempt not your Destiny , but let 's be gone , Her wandring Fancy must return anon : Madam ! if you will go , let 's haste away , To flie those Dangers which attend your stay . Alc.

Thou know'st my heart , let Fenise be our Guide —

Leon.

Spread all your Sails , you have the Wind and Tide .

Alc.

What Noise is that ?

A Noise at the dore . Leon. This comes of your delay — O Heav'ns ! Don Manuel has stop'd your way . Alc.

What will Don Fenise do ? persuade him in .

Lar.

Now does my storm of misery begin .

Alc. Haste to the Garden , there 's a private dore . Ah Fenise ! now we part to meet no more . Lar.

Sweet Master ! Dear Master !

Alc.

Once more farewel ! Exeunt Alcinda and Leonella .

Lar. Pray ! pray for us ! — Now Toll the Passing bell — Oh that I had but dy'd , Ten years before My Mothers onely hopeful Son was bore : I had been car'd for , I had happy been , This Catterwouling I had never seen . Will you be murther'd in your Muse ? Dye here ! Fen. It must be so , this shews my Love so clear , She can no more deny me — Lar. What , more heroick Tricks ? — Oh how I shake ! Is this a time for Love , when Life 's at stake ? Now will he dye to shew this Cat his heart — Fen. She knows I may compel her to depart ; And now , just at this time , to let her stay — Enter Don Manuel and his Friends . Man .

Here be the Rogues , Now Neighbours kill and slay —

Lar. How fierce and big the Suck-bloods look ? I 'll spread My Carkass on the ground , and say I 'm dead . Larasco lies down . Fen. Her Vows I 'll give her back , and when she 's free , Justice will bind her to love none but me . Since all my Vows so unsuccessful prove , That even yet you seem to doubt my Love : I hope this single Act will make it plain , Here Fenise gives you back your self again — Man .

How 's this ? Don Fenise ! sure it cannot be —

Fen. Ha! where is Alcinda ? what 's this I see ? Larasco murther'd by these Cowards Swords ! This Tempest must not be allay'd with words . Have at your hearts ; lie there ; are you so quick ? One falls as kill'd ; Manuel and the rest flie , Fenise pursues them . Lar. Oh my poor heart ! I 'm very stomack sick . Are they all gone ? this was a brave Design ; Cowardly Rogues ! to strike a Man behind — If I had not been dead , I 'd fain have seen , Who durst affront one of my haughty meen . Sure he has wounded me , but I 'm alive yet , And pretty sound ; but most confounded wet . I 'll take advice to know where 't is I bleed ; Ha are you there ? here 's one lies dead indeed . Quite mortal dead : Well Fellow ! go thy way , I 'd Rifle thee , but that I dare not stay — Had'st thou been wise , but all have not the gift , Exit Larasco . 'T is pity he shou'd live , that has no shift . Neighbour . Yes Coxcomb ! I can shift as well as you — I think I am the sweeter of the two . Send me well home , I 'll ne'r come here agin , I think him wisest that preserves his Skin . Exit .
Scene 3. Enter Mingo alone . Mingo . Where am I now ! But 't is no wonder if I 've lost my way , My Master bad me near the Temple stay ; A place I seldom seek ; The Donna's Road To choose new Servants , and the newest Mode . Where earthly Saints are pray'd to , those above Sometimes are call'd on , in Intrigues of Love . Where pious Dons with zealous Wives conspire , To raise the fortunes of their Husbands higher . I' th' Temple I was Christen'd , but my fear Tells me ! 't will fall if I agen come there — Hold , my Master ! — Enter Alonzo . Alon.

What didst thou find the place ?

Min. Yes Sir , and saw your Friend , but thus it was ; After my hasty steps had found the dore , All that I met , Nights silent liv'ry wore . A Servant led me , where I saw Despair , Just like Don Fenise , sitting in a Chair . Not that Don Fenise , who did use to be The life of Mirth , and all good Company . Not he , whose Soul was free as boundless Air , Whose very name could chase away Despair . Alon.

Rack me not with these delayes !

Min. Sir I saw , A form would make a frozen Tartar thaw , And melt his rocky Heart th'rough weeping Eyes : His heavy Head upon his Shoulder lies , His crossed Arms supported by his Brest , He had no motion , yet he had no rest . His busie Eyes fix'd to the earth — in brief , He was the lively shape of killing grief . At last as if the Dream had had an end , He cry'd , Alonzo ! Where 's my dearest Friend ? Then did I your approach and message tell , That did his eager grief a while repel , But Sorrow soon did repossess his Face ; As Currents stop'd , more swiftly end their Race . Alon. It is not sure within the pow'r of Fate , To cause those Wonders which thou dost relate . His heart ne'r entertain'd the — boldest fear , And how could base Despair find entrance there . What ever cause such strange effects create , I will avert , or help to bear his Fate . True Friendship , like rich Diamonds , we mark , Whose rayes are most resplendant in the dark . Mingo ! make haste ▪ and sum up thy account , Thy meri●s may to higher Service mount ; Yet I have alwayes us'd thee well — Min.

Most true —

Alon. And have I not been oft abus'd by you ? Your wild Debaucheries in ev'ry place , Made me a mark of Scorn , and rude Disgrace . I need not number up your Faults again , Yet I resolv'd to bring thee back to Spain : Here I dismiss you Sir ; but ere you goe , Kicks him , and gives him Money . I 'll pay thee less , and more than I do owe. Min.

Ah Sir ! I am a Rogue , but pray forgive —

Alon. Forget your saucy Tricks , and Civil live , Perhaps you may be mine , if you amend — Exit Alonzo . Min. This Gold is dear — Well! go thy wayes old Friend ! Revenge sink deep , torment my injur'd — brest , 'Till on his Ruine I have built my rest . How , turn honest ! turn Beggar , give me Gold : I 'll think on Honesty when I grow old . For feeble helpless Age it may be good , 'T is but a dull disease in youthful blood . Among the modish French 't is plain disgrace , Some of our Signiors too come on apace ; When they take up , the Tradesman must not wait , But hears the News , and has the courteous Hat , Talks handsom Sense , is heard like a Divine ; Pray Mistre ! stay and take a Glass of Wine — But when he Dunns , and Cringes like a Slave , Dam'ee ! what would this paltry Fellow have ? Now I 'm for any thing , all wayes I 'll tread , To find the path that does to Mischief lead ▪ Kick'd ! and turn'd off ! I am a Rogue I know , But to my Master I was never so . Cashier'd ! and quite thrown by ! well Don take heed , Ere all be done , thy heart or mine shall bleed . Exit .
ACT II.
Scene 1. Enter Don Manuel and Teresa in the street . Man . A Meer mischievous Plot , without all doubt ; Would any come to force a Woman out ? He could not do it but by her consent , No! no! I 'll ne'r believe her innocent . Ter.

Are you sure 't was Don Fenise ? Think agen —

Man .

Poh ! think ; I know him from a Thousand men .

Ter.

You may mistake .

Man . Mistake ! — pray is it day if the Sun shine ? That Question 's less impertinent than thine . Enter Mingo . Mingo . I 've rack'd my Brains , and yet no way can find To act a close Revenge , Mischief be kind ! And help me at a pinch — Aside . Oh this dull Head , this barren Scull of mine ! Will nothing come ? no Project ? no Design ? Ha! what are these ? — Man .

Yes you are ; foolish and impertinent —

Ter. Ingrateful Rascal ! I was not impertinent , When I help'd thee to my Masters wealth , And to two pretty little Girls , without one stroke of thy Own labour ; Heaven knows , and I have found To my sorrow , it will be long enough before thou Wilt see one little , little Child , of thy own getting . Man . No , nor thou wert not impertinent , when thou Didst most inhumanely murther honest Sanchez . Ter. Out thou Villain ! was it not for thy sake ? Thy hands too were as deep in as mine , Heaven knows I meant no harm . Ingrateful ! dost upbraid me with my good will ? I 'll be reveng'd though I dye for 't — Thy Cheats are Villanies I will confess , Thy punishment , will make my pain seem less . Man . Poh ! you take Jesting so unkindly — You know Honey that I love you , And if my life onely Were to be lost , it should go rather than I Would see thee troubl'd thus : But — It grieves my heart to think of losing thee . Ter.

Ay , ay , these are your old wheedling Tricks —

Man . One can't praise you for your Contrivance , Or your Courage , but y' are so angry — Pry'thee my Dearest ! forgive me — I love The very ground you tread on , And had rather see Thee than my own heart-blood — Come you shall be kind Ter. My poor dear Rogue ! I will forgive thee ! I will be kind , don't trouble thy self . She weeps , and kisses him . What shall we do about Don Fenise Dear ! Man . That bus'ness must not be disputed here ; Let 's hasten home , least some observing Eye Should ruine us , Nay pry'thee no Reply — I 'll serve thee Honey with my dearest blood . Ter.

My dear , dear Don ! I 'll dye to do thee good .

Exit Teresa . Man . I mean no less ; in ev'ry foolish strife , She threatens me to take away my life ; When she 's dispatch'd aside , I shall be free And then , my coy Alcinda ! I 'm for thee — With more then common madness — he 's possest , That layes up secrets in a female Brest . Exit Manuel . Mingo . Thanks ! Satan thanks ! — These bloody Murthers , Cheats , and Villanies , And something more that undiscover'd lies , Are Riddles very dark , and intricate ; Teach me the rest , and I 'll adore thee Fate ! What I've already heard , commands a share For secresie , as great as their parts are : But I am injur'd , since he 's wicked grown , For I resolv'd to be a Rogue alone . Some way their bus'ness shall my own advance , I 'll follow them , and leave the rest to chance . At least their Crimes will teach me to invent , A Rogue in mischief is in 's Element . Exit Mingo .
Scene 2. Don Manuel 's House . Enter Rosella , Alcinda , and Leonella . Alc. What Visage wears my Fate ? what have they done ? The noise was very loud , Is Fenise gone ? Safely got off or no ? Why don't you speak ? Should he be kill'd , my sullen heart would break . Leon.

He 's safely gone , but all I fear is known —

Alc.

Sure I heard their Swords ; had he no wounds ?

Leon.

None —

Alc.

Henceforth we never meet .

Rosel . Did acts of Love , I' th' Sphere of Justice as of Power move , Asharp repentance wou'd succeed your Fact ; And you would suffer what you late did Act. Some worthless object , on your self would throw That cruel scorn , you did to Fenise show . Alc. Justice is blind , and grown so modish too , Like other Females , bribes must make her do : Sword , Self-interest and Passion swayes , But Love and beauty ev'ry thing obeyes . Rosel . She runs the common fate of all our Sex , Whom natures too imperious Law , subjects To her great Master-peice , victorious man : And you Alcinda ! know , you 'r beauty can Command so large a pow'r ore any heart , As will oppose Astraea's weaker part . Alc. Beauty , the Toy you talk of , I disown : To my dull sense it still had been unknown , If to your self I had a stranger been ; Where all those charming Vanities are seen , Those rare Chymaera's , flatt'ring Poets place In the description of a beautious face ; Those that want faith , the fair Rosella view ; All Lovers write is verify'd in you . Rosel . Each wandring glance you make , a heart your prize , By the Magnetick Vertue of your Eyes ; The am'rous Gallants here their service pay , You are their Saint , and at your feet they pray . Leon. The longest day would seem a midnights dream , While they continue on this pleasing theam . Is not one Minute to Don Fenise due ? Rosel .

Once more I must that hopeless suit renew .

Alc. Desist Rosella ! from a Sute so vain — The Earth may move , before we meet again . Ros.

So brave a choice your Reason may approve .

Alc.

Reason was ne'r the messenger of Love .

Ros.

Think , think Alcinda ! you may Love too late —

Alc.

My humor 's fix'd above the pow'r of Fate .

Leon. Madam ! My zeal to serve you , shews my troubl'd mind , To see you flie the Blessings Heav'n design'd ; O! could you think the joyes , that do attend A marry'd life , this humor soon would end . Think what entrancing pleasure 't is , to hold Your Lover in your arms , and sweetly fold With close embraces , and more lovely Twines , Than clasping Ivy , or the winding Vines . This idle peevish thing call'd Modesty , Is Womans most invet'rate Enemy : Lay it aside , none but our selves are here , Blushes are vain when none but Women hear . Sleep with a Man ! what joy the thought of 't brings , This is no World to refuse good things . There needs no words , Your Eyes speak your intent , A Womans silence shews her full consent . Alc. Perpetual silence seize thee ! I admire What leprous Daemon does thy Soul in●pire . Ros. Base ! — I know not what to call her , sure Nature wants Definitions so impure . Exeunt Alcinda and Rosella . Leon. Truth seldom is accepted when 't is plain ; But hang 't ! I 'll soon retrieve their love again . Enter Don Manuel and Teresa , and Mingo after , observing them . Ter. If you consent , we yet may lose our Fears , And with their Bodies , cloyster up our Cares , Send them to th' Nunnery , and let 's pretend Zeal to Religion is our onely end . Let them drop Beads — Man .

From thence what can arise ?

Ter.

In their Concealment all our safety lies .

Man .

Can that contribute ought to hide our Crimes ?

Ter. Yes , very much these Superstitious times ; 'T will gain their highest praise , who can depaint Mischief so fair , it may deceive a Saint . In this quick-sighted Age that we live in , Religion is the safest Veil for Sin . While they do breathe an unconfined Air , Our Ruines imminent , Objects so fair Endure the search of many prying Eyes ; You know what Dangers may from thence arise . Man .

I like thy counsel well — but —

Ter. But ! — but what ? Vengeance pursues us , yet his blood seems hot An● reeking for Revenge , methinks I hear The wind cry Murther in my guilty Ear — Man . Dear Duck ! enough , th' art wise ; it shall be so — Rosella to the Nunnery shall go , That will secure us , though Alcinda stay , On her side there 's no danger in delay . Ter. Steal to your ruine ; do ! — let both be gone ; Why should one go , or t'other stay alone ? Man . Nay no great matter , but 't is chargeable ; Truth is , I love Alcinda yet too well . Aside . Ter. What should this mean ? the charge will be but small — Better lose part , than give account for all . Man .

Let 's in and think upon 't —

Exeunt Manuel and Teresa . Leon. What can this be ? Vengeance and Blood , this is too hard for me — Some monstrous mischief , though 't is clos● as Night , Time will reveal it , That brings all to light . Exit Leonella . Mingo , Strange ! above wonder strange ! and falls so right As if the gods themselves lov'd deeds of Night . To bring me there , just at that minute too ; I 'll talk no more , but study what to do . In vain you strive to prop your falling State , Your Lives are mine , this Tongue commands your Fate . Sure that was Leonilla stai'd behind — My quondam Mistriss ; I 'll soon make her kind . What sights are here ? Enter Alcinda and Leonella , Rosella following them . Alc.

Receive no answer , nor no message hear .

Ros. Examine ore your heart , she shall not go : You too much malice with your power show . Alc. Are you unkind ? then who can be believ'd ? I had commanded had my Father liv'd . Exit Alcinda weeping . Ros. Go , serve her will , 't is strange , a gallant man Should love so truly , and so long in vain ; Dearly I love him , yet I know not why , I 'm ne'r so happy as when he is nigh . Yet , for a husband if I make my choice , His Interest will never win my voice . And yet I love him still — ha ! to what end ? Were it not virtuous I should hate my friend ; Love is as yet a stranger in my brest . I will not like a Tyrant treat a guest : Yet , to secure my heart from a surprize , I 'll set a guard of Virtue in my Eyes , And while my Love to Virtue does submit , I will believe it fair , and welcome it . And love him still — Enter Alcinda . Alc.

Will you my Rival grow ?

Ros.

Ne'r did a Sister love a Brother so .

Alc. You shall not love him , nor shall he love you , His Vows have made him mine , sure Vows are true . Ros. You slight his Vows , his Courtship disapprove ; This Jealousie shews the excess of Love — Aside . Because You hate him must I do so too ? Alc. Fool not your self , I love him more than you : You love ! this News shall to your Father's ear — Ros. Pray Heav'n your flame does not too late appear ; On you Alcinda ! he has fix'd his Love Too constantly to suffer a Remove . Disperse your jealous frowns , I have my end , When He your Husband is , and you my friend . May you enjoy him still , and happy be , Above the fears of Infelicity . Alc. Take him you , if you please , for I know none So fond to dye for him — Exit Alcinda . Ros. So coyly gone ? What sickly Fancies do this Maid possess ? She seems to hate , yet loves to an excess . Ah Fenise ! from my heart I pity thee — Exit Rosella . Mingo . Both are exactly fair in ev'ry part ; A virtuous flame seems to assault my heart , And prompts me to be good ; bids me declare All I have heard ; But they are both too fair — Ha! if things fall right , One may be my own ; So Innocent ! — I dare not stay alone — My better Genius tempts me to be just , 'T will gain their Favours , and oblige their Trust : Death ! I am ruin'd by a longer stay — The Maid I 'll follow now , she went this way . Exit Mingo .
Scene 3. Fenise 's House . Enter Don Fenise alone . Fen. When giddy Fortune ceases to be coy , The storms we past , increase our present joy . But when her various Front grows black again , That very joy adds to succeeding pain . This day I have convers'd with each extream , Despair is fix'd , hope vanish'd like a dream . Ah Alcinda ! why should I think on her , On that ungrateful , cruel murtherer ? 'T is she . That values not my constancy , nor Me — Dispises all my Vows ; yet could she prove More cruel than her self , still I must love . Enter Larasco fearfully , and shuts the dore after him . Fen.

What means this saucy haste ? what makes you run ?

Lar. O Sir ! Sir ! you are ruin'd ! lost ! undone ! Fly Sir ! fly , the , — O-O-Of — Off — Officer — Fen. What Officer ? pry'thee ask leave of fear To tell the Cause — Lar. Oh Sir ! they are at the dore — That I had been but fairly kill'd before ! Now we shall be Hang'd ; both , both Hang'd , I know 't , Methinks I feel the Slip about my Throat — Good honest Dun ! don 't strain the Rope so hard — O let a little time to pray be spar'd ! — Fen.

Villain ! what ayles the fellow ? —

Lar. Dear Christian friends ! If you 'll avoid such base , such shameful ends , Beware of Wenching , and Ill company ; Wenching ! 't is Wenching brings me here to dye . Curse on such folly — pry'thee let me pray ; One little minute ! — Oh! he drives away — Fen. Nay if y' are going take my blessing too — This fear has made him mad ; what wouldst thou do Speak ! where hast thou been ! — Lar. Mercy good my Lord ! I ne'r had Courage to behold a Sword . Fen.

Recall your sense , and tell me what you mean .

Lar. Ah Sir ! I ne'r shall have my Sense agen . The dreadfull roaring Officers , without Are sent to seize you , Look you all about . Fen.

To seize me ! for what ? —

Lar. They 'l tell you if you stay — Have you forgot the Man you kill'd to day ? Fen.

Is the man dead ? —

Lar. I ! I ! Sir ! dead's a stone — A happy , happy man , his Cares are done . Exeunt Fenise and Larasco . Enter Alonzo . Alon. What am I like , the Servants fly me so ? I am resolv'd to find him e'r I go — Don Fenise ! Don Fenise ! Exit Alonzo . Enter Fenise and Larasco . Lar. Hark how they Roar ! — Pray Sir be gone before they force the dore . Fen. Rascal ! go you , tell the Officious slaves , Those that do enter here , do seek their graves . I never fear'd thee death ! thy fiercest brow Cou'd ne'r disturb me ; but th' art lovely now . With greedy armes , such as glad Bridegrooms wear , When full enjoyments drown their wooing fear , I 'll meet my Destiny , and hug my fate : Fenise . draws . To end our Cares death alwayes comes too late . Now will her scorn , now will my Love have end — A noise within , Alonzo forces the dore , and enters with his Sword drawn . Here here 's Fenise ! Alon.

Is' t thus you meet your Friend ?

Fen. With my Alonzo , thus I will contend . Fate I despise , and Love I will forget ; In spight of both I may be happy yet . Welcome dear Friend ! — Alon. But can my Fenise be Still constant to that friendship vow'd to me ? Has not some nobler Object stole that part , Alonzo once possest in Fenise heart ? Fen. No more of this ; Alonzo wrongs me much , To think my Vows , or friendship can be such . But I may justly think your kindness lost , That would not let me meet you on the Coast . Alon. I suffer'd stricter penance than was due , For that which injur'd me much more than you . When tedious absence had endear'd your sight , And rais'd Impatience to the utmost height : Yet then , then did I for admittance wait ; And now , you chide me 'cause I come so late . When spight of Locks and Dores I made my way , You interpos'd your Sword to make me stay . I thought it some Inchanted House ; for here One Servant flies , another hides him there : Scarce could I reach one with my doubting eyes , But like some false deluding shade he flies ; At last I turn'd , and saw the armed Rout Begin to march — Lar.

'T was time to look about .

Fen. This way I made , how I got off you saw ; Unveil these Mysteries , what made you draw ? Alon. Come Sir ! I will inform you all within ; Discourse so sad , will soon enough begin . Oh my Alonzo ! That my whole Estate Could call this Morning back ; but 't is too late . Exeunt Fenise , Alonzo and Larasco . Enter Mingo and Leonella in the Street . Min. My Dear ! this very Morning did my feet Salute this ground ; where all my wishes meet , Finding my lovely Leonella here : More beautiful than when I last did see her — Leon.

Your old dissembling Tricks —

Min. By th' light I see , My love is dead to all the World , but thee . Had spiteful Death extinguish'd thy dear light , I had pursu'd thee to eternal Night . Leon.

O fie on you men ! for y' are all false —

Min. Look here , though men are false , Angels are true . Gives her Mony . These , and some hundreds more are kept for you ; Pry'thee be mollify'd , Love made me trace Ten thousand miles , to see thy pretty face . Leon.

Since here we parted not , this can't be true .

Min. That you liv'd , by meer instinct I knew ; Divided wormes their parts will reunite , Although the loving creatures have no sight . But Nature did in me much stronger prove , Assisted by my reason , and my Love . Within thy breast I left my better part , And now my body comes to find my heart . Speak my dear Oracle ! pronounce my Fate ! Leon.

Well , I 'll consider on 't —

Min. Where shall I wait To hear my Sentence ? I 'll attend thee home — Leon. O by no means ; You must not thither come : Our House to Men will no admittance give . Min.

See thee I must , or else I cannot live —

Leon. A Small disturbance we this morning made , Has made my Master jealous of his shade . Man , and Male-kind so mortally he hates , His Malice doth extend to Dogs and Cats : My Ladies Lapdog , and the Cat were found Contriving of a Rape , and both were drown'd . A Massacre's design'd against the Mice — Min.

No way to cheat this Tyrant ? — no device !

Leon. No ; — Yes there is , if you can counterfeit An Eunuch handsomely , 't will do the feat . For some such property he 'll entertain , To guard his dore ; lest men should come again — Min. An Eunuch ! all your Sex will loath my sight , More than She-Papists do a Lenten night . And treat me , as the angry Welchmen prey On Puppets , that affront Saint David's day : Yet , I 'll about it strait , that thou may'st see , I dare do any thing to purchase thee . Lend me one kiss , nay fie ! hold up thy head : I 'll pay thee Interest when we meet a Bed . Exit Mingo . Leon. Fie ! fie ! I hate you now — I must be coy , Though he 's sharp set , too easie Love will cloy : Men are so Femaliz'd , so idle grown , They court the Coy , and slight what may be won . Exit Leonella .
The End of the Second Act.
ACT III.
Scene 1. Enter Larasco alone in Fenis 's House . Lar. MAlicious Rogues lie close , lurk any where ; Men may be kill'd , yet see no danger near . Would all like wiser Schoolmen fight with words , I could be Valiant ; but I hate these Swords — I can eat like a Lyon ; and for Drink , Bacchus himself should never make me shrink . These are rare parts , the Virtues in request , What pity 't is I cannot reach the rest ? O had I but the heart , to thunder out A Roaring Oath , look big , and stare about : Cry Damm'ee ! with a Grace ; then stamp , and frown , I were the most accomplish'd Blade in Town . ( A silent Noise methinks invades my Ear ) Enter Leonella . Old Tormenter ! I 'll be reveng'd on her — Dreadful Toledo ! forth , thou trusty Blade , That o're the Head and Ears in blood canst wade . Come out ! here 's food to fill thy hungry Maw — I 'll kill thee Villain ! if thou wilt not draw . Draw thou Son of a Whore ! Leon.

Good Signior hold !

Lar. Signior thy Sister , thou paltry sneaking Scold — O I could swinge you now , I tell you that — Wh●t now you Sir ? ha ! what would you be at ? Coward ! I could eat thee — Leon. Brave Sir ! you fight Prodigiously , and kill as oft as smite . Lar.

Mortal ! Thou say'st the Truth , come buss me now —

Leon. Stay Sir ! You hold your Sword I know not how , I could instruct you in a better way . Lar.

Do 't ; I command thee — He gives her his Sword .

Leon. Then I must obey — Rascal ! I 'll teach you how to fight , I will , She beats him . Draw on your Friends ? Sirrah I charge you kneel . Lar.

Ah Madam Captain ! my first Fault forgive —

Leon. Ne'r draw Toledo more as long 's you live : Next , I command thee that thou never fight , But with our Sex — Lar.

That too shall be at Night .

Leon.

Lest you are kick'd to Men give no affront ;

Lar.

Ah! you are merciful ! indeed I wo'nt .

Leon.

Thy word shall serve — Gives him his Sword .

Lar. Your Wars I 'd fain be at — I know already how to manage that . Vollies of sighs must first approach the Town , To clear the brow of the defendant frown ; Kisses for Cannons , but my shot should fall Thicker than cannon bullets 'gainst your Wall . The sturdy batt'ring Ram should charge her home , While her faint No's-supply the absent drum . The breach once made , e'r I attacque the fort , I would dismantl't , and peruse my sport : And , if no modeish fireworks do remain , I 'll pitch my standard , and fall on again — Leon. But stay rash Sir ! suppose that you are beat , A right stout man takes care for a retreat — Lar. For a retreat ? O prythee name it not — I will o'recome ; — Or perish on the spot . Leon.

Poh ! where 's your Master ? cease this idle Talk .

Lar. He 's musing in his melancholly walk : Let 's to the Pantry first , for some relief ; There 's heavenly Wine , and mighty glorious Beef . Leon.

Thy heart lies in thy guts , Sirrah march on —

Lar. Love is a Dish I cannot live upon ; Like my Camelion Master feed on looks , If e'r I do , my guts will curse the Cooks . Exeunt Larasco and Leonella .
Scene 2. Enter Don Fenise and Don Alonzo in a Garden . Fen. Hast thou ne'r seen a stately well rig'd Ship , Charge through the foaming billows of the deep ? Whose batter'd Fabrick , stormy Neptune drawes Into the ruines of his frothy Jawes ; Then shoots him up aloft , swift as a spear , Sent to affront th' Olimpick Thunderer : Jove loudly speaks his scorn of Neptunes brave , And lights the ship back to his watry grave . From ev'ry point rough winds each other call , Hasting to share the glory of his fall : The Vessell still bears up , though thus opprest , The Wind grown weary , gives the water rest ; The skies serene , and all the storm blown ore , The longing Vessel makes the wish'd for shore ; When , on a lurking Rock , so near the coast , She splits ; and just i' th' harbour all is lost . So Fortune plaid with me , I triumph'd ore The storms of her disdain , had sight of shore ; That happy port of which my Love did steer , If Earth has yet a paradise , 't is there — But now Alonzo ! — Mark the decree of my too cruel fate , Just on th' arrival of this glorious state , Ev'n in the prospect of my utmost joyes , It shipwracks all my bliss , my hope destroyes . Which now lyes sunck in th' Ocean of despair ; Sunck ! for ever sunck ! — Alon. Time may repair Thy heavy loss , and raise thy drooping fate . Fen.

Never ! —

Alon. This passion 's too effeminate ; A helpless Woman can , like thee , depaint Impatient sorrow in a weak complaint ; Rayl on Sinister stars , and execrate The dire effects of her misguided fate . Such passive Soules teach fate to tyrannize . Fen.

What is 't your active spirit would advise ?

Alon. Despise thy mistriss , and thy Rival kill ; This way to doat will be excuseable . Do but the difference of passions prove , You 'l find revenge is sweeter far then Love . Thy more successful Rival must be slain — Fen.

I have no Rival , but her just disdain .

Alon.

If it be just , you ought not to complain .

Fen. Were it not so my case were not so sad , Then hope might live ; and pity might be had . Alon. If not to thee , where will she give her heart ? The sun ne'r saw a man of more desert . Fen. Should thrifty nature spend her precious store . T' enrich one Heroe , 'till her self grow poor ; She has not worth enough to buy the prise Of one rich smile , from her resistless Eyes . Alon. A gallant Woman ! were these fancies true : But as she 's fair , so she is Cruel too . Fen.

There I 'm lost —

Alon. Yes , to any thing of man , Or reason thou art lost ; recal again That royal Exile ; where wild passions sway , The Empire of the Soul will soon decay . So Ships without a knowing Guide are toss'd , By ev'ry Gust in danger to be lost . Distraction in thy fancy needs must raign , Since it is form'd by a distracted Brain . Reason would tell thee , Nature did design The female sex slaves to the Masculine ; 'Till we are pleas'd to take them into grace , And bring the rib back to its proper place . Fen. But love , the King of passions , wont allow , His subjects should to reasons Scepter bow . Alon. Unreasonable love is Lust ; a beast May with a brutish passion be possest . Fen. You say you never lov'd , then how can you Define a passion which you never knew ? Alon. I love good horses , sport on sprightly Wine ; This reason does allow , there 's none for thine . If thou lov'st Beauty , view the forward spring : Seek it in Books if Virtue be the thing . Canst thou with ladders scale the starry grove , And mount the aery battlements of Jove ? That , and much more thou sooner may'st fulfil , Then court a froward Woman from her Will. She makes thy sighs and miseries her sport , Thou , like a fawning Span'el lov'st her for 't . How vain , how foolish ? how ridiculous ? Poor and contemptible this passion shows ? All for a Woman too ; a false delight , First fram'd by Natures drowzy oversight : Begot by giddy drunkards , whose sick braines And reeling thoughts , their riper Age explaines . A painted nothing , gaudy butterfly ; Black at the heart , though pleasing to the Eye . This is thy Goddess , Mistriss of thy Fate , Henceforth we will persue them with a hate As great as was thy Love , and thou and I Will from their charmes , as from diseases fly . Summon thy exil'd reason to her throne . Fen. Your witty malice you in vain have shown ; Your counsel is a senseless dream to me , Love knows no reason , no Philosophy . Alon. Your ruine faces you , yet you run on Like loseing Gamsters , ev'n when hope is gon . True friends no close distinction make , one fate In joy and grief they both participate . But I am troublesome , unwelcome grown , You will be happy when you are alone — Going out . Fen. Stay ! stay Alonzo . pr'ythee pardon me ; To pettish age , or young simplicity We more allow — Loves dotage I confess , But have not power yet to make it less . Enter Leonella with a Letter . Leon. O my goodness ! what a sweet man is here ? A lovely tempting shape ! — She gives the Letter to Fenise . Fen. Is it from her ? Thou bringst a blessing in each Character . Alon. What 's the decree ? does she propose a peace ? Thy looks are sad , pry'thee explain the case . Fen.

Read there —

Alonzo reads the Letter . Alon. The first part of my promise being past , You must assist me to perform the last . When I did yield to go , you did agree , This day orepast I should be ever free ▪ That done , which Gratitude oblig'd me to , I 'll to my self be just , as well's to you . You must forget me , never see me more : 'T is fit you keep , what you so freely swore . Alcinda . Alon. Before we number many flying houres , This blustring March shall melt in April showres . Hear me — Fenise and Alonzo whisper . Leon. Oh that I were a Lady for his sake ! A man made up in wax — Alon. How Sir not take ? Then I doat too ; come , worse it cannot be ; Laugh heartily , and leave the rest to me . Fen.

O I cannot —

Alon. What will you still be mad ? You cannot win her by your looking sad . Fen.

Well , I submit , but if your project fail —

Alon.

Assure thy self that nothing can prevail .

Fen. Never see me more ! — ha ha he ! How imperiously these Ladies write ? Must forget me ! — ha ha he ! Alon. Bravely done , by this light . Yet leaves thy choice as free as heretofore , 'T is fit you keep what you so freely swore . Fen. Go tell the Toy you came from , I 'm above The power of her malice or her love . Leon. Alack alack good Gentleman ! these fits Of Love , have put him quite beside his wits . He is become insensible of 's pain . Fen. O No! my sense is just return'd again — Thy Lady Circe's charming spells are broke , And now I 'm free'd from her inchanting Yoke . As one , that 's by an Ignis fatuus led To some aspiring Rock , whose craggy head , Hangs drooping ore the deep unmeasur'd Main , Flyes with amazed horrour back again ; So I , misled by those false lights her Eyes , Was like to fall loves foolish Sacrifice ; But now my Soul see 's clear , I 'll doat no more , But fly those dangers I pursu'd before . Leon. If I return this message Sir ! I 'll add That when you spoke it , you were raving mad . Fen. Woman ! I 'm calm and serious , say from me That light and darkness sooner may agree , Than we two meet — Oh what do I intend ! I shall undo my self to please my friend . Alon. No flinching now , I 'll warrant thee she 's thine . Read her Note agen . Fen. This is very fine ! Reads . Pray let no more enticeing Notes be brought , 'T is loss of time to read her idle thought . Yet , this I will preserve , as slaves made free Keep that which justifies their libertie . Oh Alonzo ! — Alon. No more , 't is bravely done . March off — I 'll finish what 's so well begun Exit Feuise . Go tell your foolish Lady how you sped , Her snare is broken , and the Bird is fled — Exit Leonella . Enter Don Fenise . Fen. One scorching glance , If from her eyes it came , Would set a frozen Scythian in a flame . Alon. How 's this ? relaps'd agen ! can you be free , Yet hug those Chains that cause your miserie ? Y' are like a poor Idolater , betray'd To serve that Idol which your self have made . Think all are beauitful , and 't will appear , You love your own fond fancy more then her . You may as soon forget her if you please — Fen. Fancy can be no cure for Loves disease : We cannot of our selves , or love , or hate , Love shoots his golden Arrows sure as fate , Why do I talk ! — I may as soon declare To one born blind , what light and colours are . Alon. If y' are so fix'd , you will not be remov'd , Leave nought untry'd to make your self belov'd . And , as you hope your wishes think on this , Don't cringe and Idolize her for a kiss , But ravish't from her lips , for to entreat Makes her aversion seemingly more great ; A careless confidence makes Women yeild . Thus you 'l win honour , though you lose the field . Fen. Her constant virtue , seats her heart above The mad attempts you use in looser love . Nor must we try those idle wayes , to gain A Sovereigns smiles , that do ore others raign . Alon. A Sovereign ! why you disown'd her pow'r , In sending back her dear Embassadour With so much scorn , as shew'd less love then hate . Princes with slaves will ne'r capitulate . Think you to win her now ? be not so vain — You vow'd a passion , and forswor't again ; If , all your love and Courtship would not do , Now y' are a Rebel 't is in vain to wooe . Fen. Treacherous man ! was this thy policy ? Think'st thou to grow , where th' ast supplanted me . So bravely to betray me — ye just pow'rs ! 'T is not my own revenge I act but yours , Direct my trembling Arme , teach it an art To search the secret passages of 's heart — Did troops of Devils guard thy perjur'd brest , ( As sure they do ) for wert thou not possess 't With hellish hopes , thou couldst not be so base ) Thus would I ruin their abiding place . Defend thy self — Alon. Dear Fenise ! hear me , if my blood may give Ease to thy passion , I 'll not wish to live : Strike boldly here , and kill thy truest friend . Fen. Think'st thou , this poor evasion shall defend Thy life ? 'T has rais'd my rage to such a height , That now I 'll kill thee though thou wilt not fight . Traytor to friendships and to honours law ! Coward ! Alonzo's a Coward ! now draw — Alon. Your strange distemper does my pity raise , But not my anger — Fen. Ha! what is 't he says ? His pity ! Heav'ns his pity ! that word Wounds me more sensibly then can thy sword . Draw ! or I 'll murther thee , by Heav'n I will ! Though Angells guard thy life — Alon. He 's madder still — Hold Sir ! I will fight — Fen. Then thou art Generous , and I 'll destroy Thy tainted life with so much gallantry , 'T will be less happiness to live then dye , Alon. First hear my Reason , though your own you slight Nay hear me speak , or else I will not fight . Fen.

Say on —

Alon. The Crime you charge me with is Love , But 't is the strangest Love that man can own , To doat upon a Beauty yet unknown : An object , which ne'r entertain'd my Eyes , Nor fancy yet , — O sensless jealousies ! Time is not , two houres older grown since fame First reach'd my Eares with your Alcindas name . Have you such pow'rful Rhet'rick , to enforce So strange a passion with your mad discourse ? She never had a thought , nor wish from me , But what I paid as one concern'd for thee . Believe thy friend , recal thy wandring sense , Own thy mistake , and see my Innocence . Fen. Ye drouzy stars ! how long will yee permit , That I such gross absurdities commit ? Thou cruel Woman , and more cruel Fate , Am I the mark of Loves , and Fortunes hate ? Forgive me Sir ! and if y' are yet my friend , Helpe me to give my Love and care an end . Peirce this rebellious heart , one little thrust Will pay deaths tribute ; then my peaceful dust Wrapp'd in the cold imbraces of the grave , Where it can nothing wish , will all things have . Turn not away — will you be cruel too ? Why should I beg what I my self can do Offers to fall on his Sword . Alon.

Strange madness ! — Heavens ! what do you intend —

Alonzo hinders him . Fen.

To spight my fortune , are not you my friend ?

Alon.

I 'll seale it with my dearest blood .

Fen. Then why Will you oppose my latest remedy ? Alon. How can death be the end of miserie , When 't is the greatest pain of all to dye ? Fen.

O death is short , and after there 's no pain ;

Alon. But when we dye we hope to live again , You rob the gods of their prerogative , If you should dye when they would have you live . By acts so desperate , and so injust , You will renew your sorrows in the dust . Be yet your self , bravely resolve to slight The worst effects of Loves , and Fortunes spight . He rules his stars , though never so unkind , That bears misfortunes with an equal mind . Fen. Ye pow'rs above ! pity my sad Estate : And guide me th'rough this Labyrinth of Fate . Exeunt Don Fenise and Alonzo .
Scene 3. Enter Larasco , with three Neighbours . Lar. No quarrels Gentlemen ! that 's my decree , For I 'm a Tyrant if you anger me : A Lyon incarnate — for the least word , I must have satisfaction with the sword . This Bilboe , simple as it hangs , has sped Whole dozens in a morning at Madrid . Heark ye ! this bold French boy that made such work In Flanders , and the huge Venetian Turk . Both pay a pension to this dreadful Sword — You know more then the King does ; not a Word — 1. Neigh.

O wonderful how strongly is he made ?

2. Neigh.

Well we are blest to meet this noble blade .

Lar. The King imployes so many flatt'ring Spies , I could not rest but for this base disguise . You are all true — All. 3.

I ! I ! I ! —

Lar. Nay were you base , Not one of you should live to leave this place . Would you be Souldiers ? men of great command ? Shew but a line from this victorious hand Though I 'm so feirce ; sometimes I 'm pleasant too , And fool with mortals , as I dance with you . The Dance Lar. Hold ! hold ! this boxing may my courage raise , Which only blood and gapeing wounds alaies . When the dog Turk was at Lepanto beat , Who was it think ye gave him that defeat ? The wings were lost , the plain with dead was fill'd , The Cannon taken and the body reeld , But never was there so much horrour seen , As when my single troop of horse fell in . Th'rough Guns , Swords , fire and blood I led the way , Ralli'd the flying troops and won the day . The Turkes like fearful sheep we overcame , You could not hear the Cannons for my name , Larasco ! Larasco ! Victoria ! All.

Larasco ! Victoria ! Larasco !

Enter Fenise and Alonzo . Fen.

Sirrah ! what saucy noise is this I hear ?

Neighbors run off . Lar.

Only a little harmeless musick Sir —

Fen. Haste , haste , Larasco ! and prepare my horse ; To your advice I now will have recourse . Woman farewel ! Glory and Fame I 'll court ; Alonzo ! see her not , the time 's too short : My passion may revive by longer stay . Alon. Bravely resolv'd — When you are ready , I 'll soon lead the way Exit Fenise . This murth'ring beauty I must needs survey What 's your bus'ness here ? Enter Sanchez . San. Hearing that you wanted a man I came , To tender my service to you Alon.

Where hast thou liv'd ?

San. I serv'd a wealthy man in India last : Signior Don Pedro — Alon.

De Valiza was 't ?

San.

The same ; I serv'd him 'till his latest breath .

Alon.

Why , he was shiprack'd ; how did'st thou 'scape death ?

San. No Sir he did at Sea pay Natures debt — So good a master , I shall ne'r forget . Alon. Canst tell what Port the Vessel made , and where Those little Ladies are , which he had there . San. The ship arriv'd in Spain , I know no more ; I was next day found dead upon the shore : My sense so long was lost , I ne'r did know How I came there , or who had us'd me so . Alon. I 'll take thee for that Masters sake , go in Exit Sanchez . This news will much upon Don Fenise win , Don Pedra de Valiza was my Father ; One of the Ladies was sister to Don Fenise , The other was my sister . Nine years they have been missing , and 'till now We never heard where they were lost , or how — Grant they may yet survive , ye powr's divine ! Then Fenise is oblig'd by vows to mine , And I 'm as strictly ty'd to marry his : Which will confirm his thoughts of quitting this . I will not see her , but wee 'l strait to horse : And yet I must , compel'd by hidden force — What should this mean Devil ! to let thee see , None of thy female sprights have pow'r o're me . I will go see her ; Woman do thy worst ! Who courts , or feares thee , equally is curst .
The End of the Third Act.
ACT IV.
Scene 1. Enter Don Fenise and Don Alonzo . Fen. How ! our sisters , and on the coast of Spain ! Each hour 's an age 'till you return again . If fair Laurina lives , once more I vow , On none but her I will my heart bestow . Alon. May all the curses of the Trojan Queen , Upon my head be doubl'd ore agen , If any beauty living has a part But my Calista , in Alonzo's heart . Fen. Wee 'l search where careful mortals never trod . Where birds or sullen beasts make no aboad — Alon.

No melancholy grove , — no hollow tree —

Fen. No Creek i' th' briney region of the Sea — Though deep as hell , secret as lustful night , Alon.

Or traytors thoughts —

Fen.

Shall 'scape our peirceing sight .

Alon.

I 'll find Calista —

Fen.

And Laurina I —

Alon.

Wee 'll in a bed or grave together lie .

Exeunt Fenise and Alonzo .
Scene 2. Enter Don Manuel and Alcinda , in Don Manuel's House . Man . Your Genius fair Alcinda ! takes a flight , Above the common reach of Womens sight . You are discreet , and can instruct me best , How to resolve a doubt which breaks my rest . Alc.

Good Sir spare my blushes : What is my crime ?

Man . Lay by-such thoughts , for I would lose no time — Pray hear me ! Suppose a harmless child were left alone , Wandring and lost upon some pathless down . Forsaken by her Parents , and expos'd To fortunes mercy ; this is but suppos'd — Alc.

No parents could possess such flinty minds .

Man . A gentleman this little wand'rer finds , Dejected , weary , hopeless , starv'd , and weak , Where none could see her weep , or hear her speak . Alc.

O Heavens ! would he not relieve the child ?

Man . Necessity already made her wild : He kindly takes her up , and brings her home . Alc. A noble pious man , Ages to come Will bless his Charity — Man . Pray hear the rest ! She with his daughter shares his equal brest : Their cloathes alike , alike their breeding is , Onely his thoughts distinguish'd that from this . Suppose my self the man , and you were she , Imagine it ; how would you answer me ? Alc. As Heaven Sir ! and justice do command , My heart would not permit you to demand , But I should freely offer what you gave ; To buy your liberty , become a slave . Man . Then know , that you are she : that child whom I Found so cast off to want , and miserie : 'T was I preserv'd you ; what has since befel , How I have lov'd you , your own self can tell . Alc. You tell me wonders Sir ! why did you name Your self my guardian ? Man , Thy spotless fame Had else been blasted , with the busie air Of envious tongues , which nothing can repair . Besides , Rosella justly might repine , To see her welfare pris'd no more then thine . Alc. Good Sir ! informe me who my Parents were , Whose hopeless state forc'd them to leave me there With bended knees , low as the humble earth , I 'd pay that duty which I owe my birth . Man . Some Oracle must answer your request , But if that tenderness I have exprest , Deserve your grateful thoughts , if ought be due , Restore me back that life I then gave you . Alc. Explain your secret language Sir ! from me You may command my life , and liberty ! With careful duty I 'll your care repay , My narrow fate permits no other way . Man . In short , Love has so far posses 't my mind , I cannot live unless you will be kind . Alc. Heavens ! what do I hear ? excess of care Desturbs your sense , you are not well I fear . Man . Nourish no more this idle misbelief , Let your reply be positive , and brief ; I love you , to enjoy you , come be wise , My closet's private from the Worlds eyes ; None dares disturb our joyes , and what 's unknown , Untold by babling fame , is still undone . Alc. O Sir ! can you find out a privacy , Shut from the sight of Heavens peircing eye ? That will behold us , and though justice stayes , 'T will grow the more severe by those delayes . Divine revenge will seize you , in a time When y' are pursuing this unhappy crime ; Nor can it be unknown , the dazling sun Will write upon my forehead what is done . Thus low I beg your pity — O forbear ! Your guilt will like a gnawing Vultur , tear Your fright'ned Conscience ; and the action past , The beastly pleasure dies : the guilt will last . Man . Fairly accept my love and my estate , Or I 'll enjoy you at a cheaper rate . I 'll force your stubborn wilfulness , and then Return you to your vagrant life ag'en . Alc. Turn me a beging Sir ! and I 'll proclame You for a Saint , I 'll canonzie your name . You cannot force me though I am your slave , Death will preserve me and my honour save . Just Heaven ! hear my vow , if you proceed , May I be curs'd , if I survive the dead . Man . I 'll take no more , so cruel and so young ! Force shall supply the weakness of my tongue . Alcinda runs out at one dore , and Mingo enters hastily at another , disguis'd . Alc.

Help ! help ! help !

Man .

Cross luck ! speak what art thou ?

Min.

It is the same ; dear mischief help me now !

Man .

Whether would'st go ? what do'st seek ? what do'st fear ?

Min. Most noble Sir ! afford your curteous ear , The chance of War , guided by fates decree , Made me a slave to Turkish tyranie . I serv'd a ' prentiship in chayns , became An Eunuch to assist their beastly flames : Kind Heav'n at last appeas'd , did freedom grant , But in my flight I was surpris'd by want . Some envious females having known my case , And all my losses , had me strait in Chase . I took this Sanctuary , and from you Entreat protection from this rageing crew . By all you value most , by all that 's dear ; And by your Innocence preserve me here . On your sweet mercies Altar I lay hold , No disrespect but danger makes me bold . Man .

But art thou a very Eunuch indeed ?

Min.

As I tell true , so may you help my need .

Man . I 'll entertain thee , if thou wilt be mine , Thy bus'ness shall be easie . Min. I resigne , My life t' ee , and if I 've done ill in ought , My diligence shall expiate my fault . I have him fast ; He 's full of thoughts , plot on Projecting Scot ! thou fool ! thou cheating Don ! Aside . Blest saints reward you , you have sav'd my life . Man . This Eunuchs help will soon conclude the strife , I 'll in and teach him how to play his part , Her body 's mine , although I lose her heart . Follow me in — Exeunt Manuel and Mingo .
Scene 3. Enter Rosella , Alcinda , Leonella . Rosel .

A ravisher ! O strange and horrid Crime !

Alc. 'T is a sad truth , if at that very time , Heav'n had not sent that unexpected aid ; His Lust most fiercely rag'd , when most I pray'd . Oh that Don Fenise would agen be kind ! Leon. Madam ! ne'r hope that he will change his mind ; You easily may guess at his intent , By this fine song his worthy friend has sent . Rosel .

Sing it Leonella —

Leonella sings this Song . Down with this Love that has made such a pother , This Jack with a Lanthorn that leads us a round , 'Till with dull Marri'ge we Cheat one another , For joyes that do vanish , as soon as th' are found . Repent ye proud Nymphs ! for your Tricks shall not pass , We 'll change no more Gold , and good Stones for your Glass . While so severely you rail at the pleasure , And kill the poor Lover that 's at your command ; Like Doctors , you turn your heads from the Treasure , But Oh how you grasp what is put in your hand . Repent , &c. When the short minute we sigh'd for is over , The Nymph is more kind , and more brisk than before ; But how dejected and dull is her Lover , To find all his Passion can purchase no more ? Repent ye proud Nymphs ! for your Tricks shall not pass , We 'll change no more Gold , and good Stones for your Glass .
Rosel . Let not her rash despair invade thy heart , Continue kind , and let me play my part . Leon.

Madam ! here 's a messenger from Don Fenise .

Rosel . My life on 't he repents ; withdraw a while , When you return my news shall make ye smile . Exit Alcinda . I 'll punish him ; go fetch my Vizard mask , And tell him I'm Alcinda if he ask . Now bring him in ; Enter Alonzo . Reason protect my heart ! A sweeter shape was never feign'd by art . Alin. Must I discourse with masks ? with sableshrouds ? I dare peruse your beauty free from clouds . Could you outshine the morning , could your rayes Obscure the glorious sun in clearest dayes ; Could your insinuating flames , inspire A Stoicks flinty heart with loves soft fire : To me your boasted Excellence is dim , Those foolish toyes have pow'r on none but him , Fenise , that lov'd you once , mark me Lady ! That lov'd you once , and such a Beauty made ye ; But he 's converted , and he vows , no more Your well mix'd paint and patches to adore . Ros.

Pray hear me Sir ! —

Alon. Madam ! I am not come To feign sad stories of your servants death ; Your charming name fil'd up his latest breath , He dy'd for love of you , — and when your tears Witness repentance , Ease you of your fears . No! I resolv'd some minutes to bestow , To slight those charmes that had bewitch'd him so . Exit Alonzo . Ros. As you are truly Noble hear me speak ; Should he be cruel , sure my heart must break . Is he gone ? quickly call him back , run , fly — Leon.

'Slife what ailes you Madam ?

Ros. Make no reply — Perswade him back , or never see my face ; Ha! what have I done ? in so short a space To lose my heart ? This for Alcinda I did undertake , Now she may do it for Rosellas sake . A gallant man ! Enter Alonzo . Alon.

What does your message mean ?

Rosel . Reallity , let Fenise love ag'en , She takes off her mask . Alcinda shall be his ; I give my hand , A sign the contract shall most firmly stand . Use all the interest that you can make To stay him , for the sad Alcindas sake . Alon. Ha! what do I see ? Angel ! or Saint ! or whatsoe'r you be ! That take frail Womans shape , low on the ground , I beg that pardon you from Heaven found . Leon. The gentleman's smitt'n , he 's caught i'faith ! How he surveyes each beauty that she hath ? 'T is German clockwork sure , how its eyes roul ? Look ye the mouth on 't moves ; alas pretty Soul ! A very rare motion — I long to see some tricks , his peirceing eye Declares him Skilful in Astrologie ; Can you cast nativities Sir ? Alon. Begone ! Let me and my nativity alone — O happy friend ! Rosel . Near night he 'l find her at the Cypress grove ; He will not fail if he pretend to love . Good thoughts attend you — Alon. Though you design Your self for him , your picture may be mine — Think me not rude , by your fair self I vow , I ne'r beg'd favour from your Sex 'till now . The Indies shall not buy it from my eyes — Ros. Though what you ask my modesty denies , Nay though I 've made a vow never to part From this , but to the man that has my heart — Yet y' have prevail'd ; take it , and all content . Alon.

As I would take aguift from Heaven sent .

Ros. Oh my heart ! farewel Sir ! — pray don't forget , Fie , fie , Rosella ! this once — he 's there yet — Exeunt Alonzo and Rosella at several dores . Enter presently Alonzo and Mingo . Alon.

Mingo ! why this disguise ? what mak'st thou here ?

Min. I strive to live — y , are angry still I fear . Pray pardon me ; you alwayes found me just . In your affairs , though led aside by lust . Alon. Pry'thee no more , lest Protestations raise Suspition of thy faith , without a cause . Min. Now Sir ! I am from all my faults reclaim'd , And blush with anger when I hear them nam'd . Pray let me serve you here Sir ! my great care Shall testifie , what my intentions are . Alon.

I 'll think upon 't ; there 's earnest of my love . gives him mony .

Min. May you receive this bounty from above , Exit Alonzo . In ten thousand Curses ; and when Heavens store Exausted is , I 'll coyn as many more . This was a happy disguise — I 've gain'd so much upon Don Manuel's wife , She has discover'd to me all his life . He 's mine , to gain Alcinda by my Ayd ; And my pretended Love has gain'd the maid . From her I 'll lrarn what brought Alonzo on , And then I 'll do your work , my angry Don ! Here she comes — Enter Leonella . Enter Don Manuel observing them . O my dear Rogue ! what dangers have I trod ? How many weary steps ? how often rode Ore hill and dale ? through fire and frost . Through frights and foes ? what Wives ? what fortunes lost ? Leon.

Time has not chang'd thee , thou art Mingo still .

Mingo . Thy slave my Sultaness ! both heart and will : O let me ever hold thee thus — Man . Here 's sport ! — An Eunuch ? a Stalion ! I 'll spoyl your Court. D' ee hear Sirrah ! Villain ! Rogue ! what are you ? Exit Leonella . Min. Thy evil Angel , Gorzell ! nay t is true : Gorzell I say ! hast thou forgot thy name ? Thy Cheats , thy Murthers too , I can proclame , Man .

Mercy , sweet Devil mercy ! pity me !

Min. Rise mortal , and give ear to my decree ; One beauty shall be mine , the other thine , And equally we 'll share the pilfer'd coyn ; Dispatch thy answer quick ; consent , and live — Man .

Y' are merciful , take all that I can give .

Min.

Then I'm thy friend , and Mingo . Discovers himself .

Man . Catch'd agen ? 'Sdeath how didst thou discover , me or when ? Min. O never question that , let it suffice , I know you now , and all your Subtleties . Hold to your bargain , we 'll go hand in hand , And raise such plots Fate shall not countermand . That wench will tell me news if you retire — Man .

Th' art my good Angel , take thy own desire .

Min. You must not see it , though I seem too kind To your Teresa — Man .

No! no! use thy mind — Exit Manuel .

Min. Yes , and thy soft pate , long prosperity Has lull'd the rascal in security . Here comes his fellow trader — Enter Teresa . Ter.

Dear Eunuch ! this has been a tedious day .

Min. How eagerly this Creature longs for prey ? Time's lazy grown , 't is yet an hour to night . Ter. That hour's eternity — let 's lose our sight , And make it ever night — Min.

O hold ! you prophesie your death I fear .

Ter.

Death ! prythee let 's go in — and meet it there .

Min. Know then in short , I 'm hir'd to murther you ; here 's earnest for 't : Shews the money Alonzo gave him . Your husband loves Alcinda — Ter. O base slave ! Villain ! I 'll to him strait ; I 'll tear the knave — Min. Stay ! you 'l undo us both ; but if you will , You may preserve us both , and Manuel kill . Dispatch him roundly , if you love me then I 'll marry you — Ter.

I 'll doe 't ! thou best of men ! Exit Teresa .

Leonella peeps in and Enters . Min. Nay she 's gone ; My best saint ! my wise Medea ! what spell Wilt thou invent , old Manuel's rage to quell ? Leon.

A powerful charm which he can ne'r withstand .

Min. Teresa doats , doats on me , by this hand ! She 's so jealous of thee too , we shall ne'r Enjoy in quiet while we tarry here . Leon. Come , come , there 's Villany on foot ; my ear Gave me intellgence , though none appear . They look like saints ; for all their pious show , There may be Murthers , Whores , and Rogues , or so . Min. I understand , therefore 't is our best way , To make a handsome pack , and march away . Leon. Our Ladies do prepare to meet their Loves , I must along too — Min. Mark well how it proves ; And let me know , it may produce a light , To guide us on in our intended flight . Leon.

I 'll observe , adieu ! —

Min. Ioy of my life , farewell ! thus far I thrive ; I must be suddain , lest so many Eyes As I imploy , may find my Subtilties . I 'm stor'd with Wives , and with a helping friend , I 'll make true use o 'm ; to my propper end . On fair Rosella lyes my aim , though here Is my circumference , my centre 's there . Exit . Mingo .
Scene 4. Enter Alonzo , with a picture in his hand . Alon. The blasting light'ning darte from the Sky , Kills not so sure as this transpiercing Eye . Coward Alonzo ! shall thy Courage sinck , At white and red ? a Woman make thee shrinck . That thing which I despis'd ; do I not know , Beauties like flowr's do fade as fast as grow ? Why should I love , and think of this ? nay more , That when we have enjoy'd , the passions o're , And w' are asham'd of that we did adore . Unruly force of wild desire ! — this frame Is beautiful as she , this face the same , This I can break , deform it when I please ; Intruding Age , or any weak disease , Will make her pow'rful charms as soon decline ; Minds oft' are wicked , though the shapes divine . Folly farewel ! this Idle senceless toy , And all my passion too , thus I destroy — Alonzo throwes away the Picture , Fenise Enters and takes it up . — Fen.

What suddain change is this ?

Alon. O happy Fenise ! fair Alcinda's thine , Fly to the Cypress grove , there she 'l resign Her self into thy armes — be ever blest , I 'll seek a grave , while thou enjoy'st thy rest . Fen. Hate me for ever — If I seek Joy while you have Discontent . Alon. I love your Mistriss Sir ! and to prevent Any unworthy Act , so base a flame May tempt me to , I 'le fly to hide my shame . Fen. More unto Friendship , than to Love I ow , If you unhappy are , I must be so . You made her mine , when all my hope was gone , 'T is just you should enjoy what you have won . Alon. Let it suffice in Love I yield to you , Strive not to conquer me in friendship too : Conceal that tempting Shadow from my sight ; Those that would cure weak Eyes , should fly the Light . Fen.

Is this the Form you love ?

Alon. No Painters Art , Could e'r infuse more life in ev'ry part . Fen. Fortune is kind , her Blessings to divide , Both may be happy yet , Both satisfi'd . 'T is not Alcinda Sir ! but may she be As kind , as fair Alcinda was to me . Alon.

Who is it then ? There was no other by .

Fen. Let 's to the place , and there the difference try . But stay they are here — Enter Alcinda , Rosella , Leonella . Alon. Two Suns at once in Beauties glorious Sphere , Denote some change in Loves high State draws near . Fen.

Pray Heav'n his Tyranny may now decay .

Alon.

In me it shall , I 'll die or win the day .

Fen. Encourag'd by your Goodness , I am come To meet a Blessing , or receive my Doom . More to my Love , then my Offence , is due ; My Change was feigned , but my Love is true . It is the practice of the Pow'rs above , To pardon Errors , and accept of Love : Your Beautie 's heav'nly , make your Language so : Will you that pardon which you ask bestow ? Though you so well your easie change disguise , I see the marks of Anger in your Eyes . Remember Fenise ! you did use to wooe , Despise not Love because 't is offer'd you . Will you refuse me then ? Where shall I hide ? I blush to ask , but dye to be deny'd . Fen. Refuse you Madam ! Will a swelling heart Refuse a Kingdom ? Will a Hermit part With want , and misery ? by his remove , To share the blessed happiness above ? My Soul is so transported with her Bliss , I fear , it will believe no Heav'n but this . Rosel .

But Fire that 's slowly rais'd , as late decayes .

Alon. Let common Beauties reign by common wayes : Too much your Beauty , and my Love you wrong , Light'ning is sudden , yet no Flame more strong . Ros.

Powder that swiftly fires , as soon does wast .

Alon. Yet does the Fire , as long 's the Subject last . So shall my Love , and never know decay , But in the Grave , where no Affections stay . That tedious way of Courtship you approve , Shews much of Patience , and but little Love . Extremes of Passion , such as Love inspires , As ill are suffer'd , as devouring fires : Mine , grown too pow'rful for my narrow Breast , Presumes already to disturb your Rest . Fen.

Madam ! one charge from you , would make her yield .

Alc. Love has the Day , but Shame would keep the Field . Your heart is hers , pray trust me with your hand , Come Sister ! lend me yours , though Hymen's Band May be more Ceremonious , may this Endure as long , and be as firm as his . Now I pronounce you one — Rosel .

Remember Sister ! you compel my Love .

Alc.

The Earth shall vanish , e're my Faith remove .

Rosel . With equal joy I meet your noble flame , I will be ever yours — Pray hide my shame . Alon. That lovely blush , looks like the Ev'ning Air , Whose Scarlet-dye proclaims the next day fair : And so may this Prophetickly appear , For here begins my bliss , and ends my fear . With purer Zeal a Heathen never paid Vows to his Idol , for supposed Aid , Then I present my Heart , a Gift too low To speak the Service I will ever owe. Fen. Ladies ! Since we are Conquerors thus far , The great Affairs of Love , as those of War , Call for Advice to make the Conquest good . Alon. That from our Leaders must be understood . Command us Ladies ! We will execute . Ros.

This place is most unfit for such dispute .

Alc. No Treaty will be heard , to think of that Will be in vain , the Foe is obstinate . Alon. Now let us lead you off a glorious Prize , Why should we trust our fatal Destinies ? Rosel . Brave Enemies ! you shall command our Lives , But hasty resolution seldom thrives . Alon. My lovely Mistriss ! where all Beauties dwell , True honour of your worthy — Sex , farewel ! Exeunt several wayes .
Scene 5. Enter Don Manuel and Mingo . Ming . Most certain 't is they are resolv'd to fly , And only wait an Opportunity ; Pretend to make a Journey , and take Horse ; 'T is Policy must do 't , in vain is Force . Now Leonella is dispatch'd with that , Shall raise between their Servants mortal hate . They both shall die before to Morrows Sun ; Nay more , by their own Swords it shall be done . Man .

Excellent Mingo ! —

Ming . With Leonella , I 'me to meet this night , I' th' Summer-house , for an intended flight . That must be your Retreat , on her lay hold , For she 'll be furnish'd with a Mine of Gold . Make haste away ! — be sure you fail her not . Man .

Wit prosper thee , brave Rogue ! Exit Manuel .

Ming . O fear it not . Poor Fool ! I 'll make thee sensible e're long , That thou hast sold thy Welfare for a Song . An idle senseless Tale , can thy dull Brain Believe , that for thy ease I 'll take this pain ? Enter Teresa . Ming .

Here comes my Midnights Ghost —

Teres . My best delight ! Fate can't deny us happiness ; this night Old Manuel rides abroad . Ming .

But is it true ?

Teres .

Just now we parted , as I came to you .

Ming . How Goodness is abus'd ! a meer pretence ; How Rogues may work upon your Innocence ? Alas good Soul ! This Night he means to spend I' th' Summer-house , there 's his long Journeys end : There he , and modest Leonella meet . Teres .

Leonella too , bless me !

Ming . Nay , go see 't ; And if you love me , now you may be mine ; He once remov'd , I will be ever thine : Here 's that will do the work , revenge your wrong : Gives her a Pistol and a Dagger . Resolve it suddenly , the time 's not long . Teres . Think not , my little Silence did proceed From foolish pity , no! they both shall bleed . Ming .

The Woman you may pardon if you will .

Teres .

To rob me of thy love , no! both I 'll kill .

Ming .

My dear Infanta !

Teres .

I 'll do 't ! and meet thee in the Lodge , farewell !

Exit Teresa . Ming . Curses pursue thee , how she flyes to Hell ? This one Night past , to Morrow all 's my own , And this kind Wretch shall die for what I 've done : In Blood I 'll wade ere Phebus leave his Bed , And make my Crimes out-blush the Mornings red . Great Nemesis ! refuse me not thy Aid Thy Sacrifice is lost , if I 'm betrai'd . Exit Mingo .
Scene 6. Enter Don Fenise alone in his own House . Fen. How sweet are all my Sorrows now ! how dear My Suffrings are , now Happiness draws near ! Though in my Love I met with so much trouble , My Pleasure will be , as my Care was , double . Alonzo may have doubts , and jealous fears , My long experience all suspition clears . Rosella's Heart , like parched Straw , took fire , And did as swiftly blaze into desire : Such flames are soonest quench'd , and have least heat ; My Happiness as constant is as great ; Like noble Metal , which doth long repel Assaulting Flames , that round about it dwell , But once made hot , does long retain the fire , So did my dear Alcinda meet desire ; Her Love came slowly , but will sure remain ; She will be constant , though I change again . Most happy Fenise ! Enter Leonella , and passing by him , carelesly drops a Letter . Ha! sure it was she ; What makes she here ? Why should she fly from me ? This may inform me , ( ●●●y hearts delight The brave Alonzo ) pray Heav'n all is right ! Friendship allows me liberty to fee. He reads the Letter . Fail not to meet me , as we did agree ; The hour precisely Twelve , the place you know , Blind Fenise still , no sign of Friendship show . He may observe you with a Lovers Eye , The time seems lazy now our joyes are nigh . My dear Alonzo ! haste , you have my heart ; When once we meet again , we 'll never part . Thine ever Alcinda . Alcinda ! Alcinda ! Alcinda ! It cannot be , sure my distemper'd Joy Distracts my thoughts , and does my sense destroy : Or her fair shape which in my fancy lyes , Sends bright reflections to abuse my Eyes . Ha! 't is , by Heav'n 't is so ! And if it be , Leonella peeps into to observe him . O that I wanted Faith , or could not see . Thine-ever - Alcinda ! my Tongue speaks this , To cheat my Heart ; or else I hear amiss . Alcinda false ! it cannot , shall not be ; Yet who can doubt , what they so plainly see ? O shameless Woman ! to destroy so soon A happiness I have so hardly won . The wild Hibernian Waves , and Winter Air , Are constanter than these frail Women are : Like thin Cameleons still they change their hue , And take fresh flames from ev'ry sight that 's new . Leon.

The Fish is caught , I must allow him line .

Fen.

Hell upon Earth ! I 'll spoil their damn'd design .

Leon.

Now I 'll upon him while he looks this way —

Fen.

What , can you run so well ? I 'll make you stay .

Leon. Mercy dear Sir ! Oh Heavens ! I 'm undone ; I see my Sentence in your hand , — I 'm gone — Ah noble Sir ! you know I must obey , Punish not me , if they have gone astray . Gentle Sir pity me ! — Fen. Hear me , thou dismal Messenger of Fate ! Here , take your Charm , giv 't to Alonzo strait : If thou betray'st me , with one look , or word , Thy Sex shall not protect thee from my Sword : Wipe your diss●mbling eyes , and get you gone , Lo●k undisturb'd as if it were unknown . Come Fiend ! along , see here he comes , take heed : I 'll watch you — Alonzo enters . Leon.

Fear me not . I 'll do the deed .

Fen. This may be yet a damn'd malicious plot , 'Till he confirm it , I believe it not Fenise hides himself . Alon. Ha! welcome Loves pretty Envoy ! Must this Night make us happy ? Must we go ? Leon.

There 's my bus'ness , if that inform you so .

She gives him another Letter . Alon. I will not fail , let this engage thee mine . My Service to my Mistriss — Exeunt Alonzo and Leonella severally . Fen. So , to thine , That is , Alcinda ; Ah false perjur'd Friend ! Thy heart shall bleed for this e'r this Night end . I 'll watch thee to thy Saint , before her Eyes , Thou shalt be punish'd for thy Perjuries . Exit Fenise .
The End of the Fourth Act.
ACT V.
Scene 1. Don Manuel 's Hall . Enter Mingo and Leonella . Mingo . ABove my highest hope ! it needs must hit , I love thy Beauty , and adore thy Wit : But we must try to send their Men aside , They 'l sooner fall , if we their force divide : Though both are Cowards , yet for thy Loves sake , Any strange Project they will undertake . Can'st think of no Design ? no little Plot ? Hell take 'em Hounds ! they are not worth a Thought . But it must be — Leon. O that 's already done . They are , by this time , in so great a fright , They 'l have no sense to trouble us to night . Ming . Thou 'st Policy enough to rule a State : Let 's to our bus'ness , for the Night grows late . Fail not to be i' th' Summer-house , adieu ! I must not any more be seen with you , For fear of old Teresa's jealous Head . Leon. But , when my Ladies ask me how I sped , What shall I answer them ? you know they meant To fly this Night , and therefore was I sent . Ming . Say they 'l attend them , and 't is ten to one They 'l put up all their Jewels to be gone . Where to secure them , and how , you know . Leon ,

'T is done , my Dear ! But whither shall we go ?

Ming . The time 's too short to tell , nor need you ask , Leave that to me , 't has been my chiefest Task To set you on your way ; your Pasport's made , Exit Leonella . Charon shall drag you to the Stygian Shade . Pluto will get a Cooler for your Lust , There 's roaring Company , and go you must . I ve taken care you shall not go alone — O what a gallant plotting Rogue I 'm grown ! I kill but five to night ; 't is true , my hand Is unconcern'd , I do it by command : Like stately Tyrants , on my pow'rful Breath Depends the Thred of Life , the Key of Death . Suppose I fall , if Hell payes me a Shame , Yet shall I leave an everlasting Name . The hour draws on apace , the Moon shines bright , I 'll stain her Horns with Blood if all hit right . Exit Mingo .
Scene 2. In the Field . Enter Larasco loaden with ridiculous Armour . Leon. The hour is past , and yet she does not come ; My Heart fails me — O that I were at home ! Yes , I do love her , and this Act does show 't , Do I not hazard here my naked Throat ? For ought I know , it may be Planet strook : Heav'ns ! it thunders ; no 't was my Armour shook . I would go home but for the noise I make : What dreadful Acts we Lovers undertake ? Ha! what 's that pursues me ? a Spright ! a Spright ! It follows me , I shall be kill'd this Night , Mercy ! sweet Spright , mercy ! It haunts me yet — Yes 't is my Shadow : I am blind with Sweat . O whoreson Love ! what do I undertake To suffer here , for Leonella's sake ! Din but a wandring Child now ask the way , Or harmless Sheep pass by that 's gone astray , Were this true Cannon proof , down must it lye , My Sword and all , I should the faster fly . O Death ! a Lyon roars , farewell my Friend ! Ha! 't is a Beetle ; surely she intends To murther me , else why should I stay here , Like stout Knight-errant , and no Creature near . Now if I could but pray — But how can such poor Rogues as I come to 't ? When Gentlemen themselves now cannot do 't . Enter Sanchez in a Shroud . Sanc. If she were come , 't would be a pleasant Night ; No noise stirring ! I 'm in a woful fright ! All in a clammy sweat ; did she not swear , At ten precisely she would meet me here ? Well Sanchez ! if some Brother Spright should come To scrape Acquaintance , and conduct thee home ; Some Lovers meagre Ghost , some crafty Fiend , Should by thy Garb mistake thee for a Friend ; Think thee some idle Spirit , and command Thee down to darkness , how could'st thou withstand ? Danger from Men , I think I need not fear , I fright my very self — Ha! who 's this here ? In Arms from head to foot ! then I 'm betrai'd , Drawn to my Ruine by this wicked Maid . False deluding Woman ! is this thy Love ? Didst thou not vow to meet me in this Grove ? I may steal off , he has not seen me yet — Lar. Fear won't let me pray ; Ha! the noise of feet ! Oh the Devil ! the Devil ! Sanch.

Where ! where ! where !

Larasco runs out , and Sanchez after him .
Scene 3. Enter Mingo alone . Mingo . 'T is late , Alonzo does not yet appear ; He promis'd faithfully he would be here . I hear him coming — Enter Alonzo . Sir ! you are fairly met — This Credit does increase your Servants Debt . Pardon my boldness Sir ! before you go , I will discharge part of the Debt I ow. Alon. Honest Mingo ! although I cannot guess Thy earnest bus'ness , I believe no less ; I will reward thy care , now speak it out — Min. The Story is so strange , that I much doubt Your want of Faith ; and wish withall my heart , That I had better tidings to impart . Call all that 's Man about you , this will make The strongest of your Resolutions shake . Alon.

Thy strange beginning makes me fear the end .

Min. Y' are cheated by a Mistriss , and a Friend : They both are false — Alon. Malicious Fool beware : Think not to take me in a jealous Snare . Thou ly'st , nor did a Mortal meet with two Such blessings as they are ; so kind , so true : Repeat it not again , this I forgive ; After a second blasphemy thou shalt not live . Min. So , this is my reward . What will you do ? Pray draw upon your Servant , kill me too . Yet I 'll pronounce it true , and on your Sword , My loss of life shall justifie my word . This night he takes her with her own consent , Yet trust me not , swear they are innocent : Your Faith 's at liberty — Yet go but home , And kill me there , if Fenise does not come . Alon. Take heed ! I take thy word ; but if he do , I 'll kill that faithless Friend , and cherish you . Min. You need not kill him Sir ! that 's too severe , He may repent it when he meets you there . Remember Sir ! his Faith ne'r knew a Crime , Nor wandring thought , till this unhappy time . Will you destroy a Friend so often prov'd , Because your Mistriss has so falsely lov'd ? Perhaps the Lady first began to Wooe ; 'T is not so strange , to find their Sex untrue . Alon. No more ! th' ast rais'd an Earthquake in my breast , But through his Blood , I know no way to rest . Yet I would spare him , but the Crime 's too foul , A strange Convulsion tears my wav'ring Soul : 'T is but a faithless Woman at the most , She soon was won , and is as quickly lost . Min. He cools too fast , I must renew his heat ; This brave Resolve has made you truly great , Perhaps they 'l glory in their base success , And call your Mercy stupid Easiness — But let them laugh ; your Conscience still is clear . Alon. Friendship be gone ! thou hast no int'rest here . Yet , witness Heaven ! how unwillingly I take his Life , for He ( or I ) must dye . 'T is Honour murthers him , that gilded Air , No other way remains to keep it fair . Min.

Pray think again

Alon.

I 've thought too much , away ! —

Min.

Thou wilt repent thy rashness e'r 't is day . Aside .

Exeunt Alonzo and Mingo . Enter Fenise as watching them . Fen. That base contriving Eunuch leads him on ; Well Renegado ! we shall meet anon . Ye Gods ! — But why should I invoke your partial aid ? By whose permission 't is that I 'm betray'd ? These little Crimes of perjur'd Love , you slight , That you may punish them — I know your aim , Revenge is your delight . But since you use me thus , I 'll seize your right , I will not for your drowzy Justice wait , Ev'n now your Vengeance I 'le anticipate . Ezit Fenise with his Sword drawn .
Scene 4. A Summer-house in a Garden . Enter Don Manuel alone . Man . In this close Summer-house , I keep my State , And like a Prince , dispose of others Fate . My General stout Mingo takes the care To manage my Affairs of Peace , and War : If any danger springs , from blood that 's spilt , I shall the profit reap , and he the guilt . Enter Leonella with a Cabinet . Leon. What mutt'ring voice is that which strikes my Ear ? O my unhappy Fate ! Don Manuel here ! Man . Is your bus'ness to me Lady ? Let 's see , What have you here ? pray spare your modesty ; This is too troublesome for you to bear , Deliver up your Charge , and walk in here . Exeunt Manuel and Leonella . Enter Teresa with a Pistol in one hand , and a Dagger in t'other . Ter. Are you so nimble ? are your Bloods so hot ? Here 's Coolers for you — These will marr your Plot. O my dear Mingo ! that thou could'st but see , What dangers I despise to merit thee . Exit Teresa after Man . and Leon.
Scene 5. Enter Alonzo and Mingo . Min. This way he 'll come — Pray Sir ! think on the sacred name of Friend , May this sad difference have a happy end . Alon. Ha! here he comes ! be gone ! by Heav'n 't is he , My seeming Friend : Good Mingo pardon me ; I 'll study how to recompence thy care . Min.

In your success my pains rewarded are .

Exit Mingo , but returns again , watching them with his drawn Sword . Enter Fenise . Fen.

O have I found thee Traytor !

Alon. Sir no words — Our diffrence hears no Umpire but our Swords . They fight . Min. peeping . Bravely fought Boyes ! So , that thrust was home , When one is fall'n , then does bold Mingo come . I 'll soon dispatch the other ; how , not yet ? Alonzo disarms Fenise . Sure they 'r immortal , that was kindly met : Mischief ! what damn'd luck have I ? his Sword 's lost . Fen.

O my curst fortune — Truth is ever crost .

Alon. Now , if th' hast any thing to say make hast ; But know this very Minute is thy last . Fen. Use thy advantage , kill me , do base man ! I will have Justice when we meet again : There thou shalt suffer for thy treachery , And that false Woman too for whom I die . Alon. What means this language Sir ? did I not wooe Thy Mistriss for thee , and obtain her too ? Fen. Must I hear this and live ! no way to die ! Do'st thou upbraid me with thy Villany ? Alon. Thy Crime does in thy ill success appear ; Did'st thou not come to meet Rosella here ? I knew thy foul intent , I knew it well , What Charms did'st thou imploy ? what cursed Spell , To rob me of her Heart ? What canst thou say ? Fen. Thou kill'st me ten times o're in this delay . Pr'y thee dispatch , lest I some blushes show , To think those Crimes , thou canst not blush to do . Let me not stand a Witness to my shame , Since you , to meet the false Alcinda came . Alon.

Then we are both abus'd —

Ming . O hellish spight ! Yet I 'll get something , if the rest hit right . Exit Mingo . Fen. Abus'd ! am I awake ? did I not see , When Leonella gave a note to thee ? A Letter from Alcinda ? and when you Vow'd not to fail , Ha! is not this true ? Alon. That very Letter you may here peruse . Fenise takes the Letter and reads it . To Signior Alonzo . My breast is loaded with unhappy News , Which onely in your Ears I dare relate ; If y●u vouchsafe your presence when 't is late , Conceal it from your Friend , and come alone ; Else you will lose , and I shall be undone . Your Slave Mingo . Fen. O subtle Villain ! And thou crafty Maid ! What have I done ? That I should be betraid ? I fear this is not all , — sure they intend Some mischief to the Ladies e're it end . Alon. Mingo just parted hence , we may with speed Prevent all danger , 'sdeath how fast you bleed ? Forgive my rash belief ! — Fen. I must from you The same entreat : But let 's the Rogue pursue — Alon. He shall not 'scape , I 'm sure he went this way . My fears grow stronger by the least delay . A Pistol fir'd within . Fen.

Ha! a Pistol ! I fear we are too late .

Alon. We will prevent , or we 'll revenge their Fate . Exeunt Alonzo and Fenise .
Scene 6. Enter Manuel wounded . Man . Oh cruel Witch ! inhumane Sorceress ! I 'm pepper'd now for all my wickedness : Incarnate Devil ! for my Ruine sent ! All Curses Men and Devils can invent , And mine besides , fall on thy bloody Heart — Enter Teresa with a Dagger in her hand , dragging in Leonella . Ter. Come ! come along , I 'll teach you a new Art To couple ; do ye roar in consort now ? Dry'd Dog ! I was not good enough for you : Would ye be yoak'd ? I 'll see ye yoak'd , I will , You shall be joyn'd ; what are you roaring still ? Silence ! and hear your heavy Doom : Now Dame ! Now bold Hussey ! was there no other Game ? No Pipe but mine to make you dance ? I 'll try Who shall be Mistriss now , of you or I. Leon.

Dear Madam ! O Heav'ns ! hear what I can say —

Ter. Noble Signior ! pray bow your head this way , See your Ven'son quarter'd , and when that 's done , With you I 'll finish what I have begun . Man . My Royal Donna ! dear Teresa hold ! I 'll be thy Slave — Ter. Poor Fool ! thou art too old : In Prayers spend thy time , for 't is but short , Or curse me if thou wilt , I care not for 't . Have at thee — Enter Larasco running in his Armour , and Perez following him in his Shroud . Lar.

Oh a Ghost ! a Ghost away ! —

Perez .

No Ghost ! I am no Ghost ! good Neighbors stay —

All run off in a fright , Perez pursuing them .
Scene 7. Don Manuel 's House . Enter Mingo with Bags of Money . Ming . Now Fortune , if thou hast not sworn my fall , Grant me one happy hour , and have at all . The House is yet my own ; and here 's my Mint — If all my Plots should fail ; the Devil 's in 't . Exit Mingo . Enter Alcinda and Rosella . Alc. Now Madam ! does the tedious time draw nigh , When we shall have our long wish'd Liberty . Ros. May this blest Night , like some auspicious Star , Shine bright in Fames Eternal Calendar . May it produce no sad unhappy Birth , But be to all the World a Night of Mirth . Alc. May after times , when they would sum their bliss , Wish happy Dayes , and all their Nights like this . Enter Mingo . Ming . This way , your Servants wonder at your stay — The watchful Cock foretells approaching day . Rosel .

Good Mingo ! lead the way ; how my heart beats ?

Alc. This little trouble all our joy compleats . What noise is that ? A noise at the dore . Ming .

Hell ! they have forc'd the dore —

Alc.

If Fate frown now , I 'll never trust it more .

Rosel .

That noise has made me fear we are undone .

Ming .

Yet , through this other dore we may be gone .

Mingo going out , meets Fenise and Alonzo , with their Swords drawn . Ming .

Then to my last shift — He draws a pair of Pistols .

Alon. Sir ! y' are fairly met — This favor does encrease your Servants debt . Ming .

Not so well met as you imagine yet .

Alon. Yes Hell-hound ! you are ; And ere you part , I will reward your care , Your care to ruin us — thou canst not fly . Ming .

If you but stir a foot , they both shall dye . He presents the Pistols .

Fen.

Inhuman Dog !

Ming . Good words , stand further yet — What I have done , I need not now repeat . I know you 'll kill me , but before I dye , I 'll make you sharers in my misery . Your Mistrisses shall lead the way : D' ye stare ! Their Destinies within my power are ; And thus I 'll ruine them — Fen. Hold ! good Rogue hold ! We 'll be thy Slaves , thou shalt have Mines of Gold . Ming . A Kingdom shall not buy one hours delay : Yet , to torment you more , a while I 'll stay . Alon. Art thou so heartless ▪ and so childish grown , To fight with Women ? when this Act is known , Thou wilt be branded with a Cowards name , A fearful Rogue , Art thou so lost to shame ? Fen. So lost to policy ? For if to mischief th' art so firmly bent , By killing us thou may'st thy death prevent . Ming .

That 's well advis'd —

Rosel . I dare thy sharpest spight , and will not grieve To dye , so my Alonzo may but live . Alc.

See what thou doest , thou bloody Devil ! do !

Min.

Seal up your lips , or I 'll begin with you .

Alc. Brave Villain do ! I will requite thy pain , If spight won't make thee shoot , yet do 't for gain . Here 's Gold and Jewels , if these will not do , I 'll call thee Coward ; nay I 'll curse thee too . Min. No more ! I 'll quickly end this Generous strife . These Ladies never injur'd me , 't is true , But I 'll kill them , to be reveng'd of you . He flashes in the pan ; and Alonzo and Fenise disarm him . Alon.

Thou cruel Rogue ! now we 'll command thy fate .

Min. I will not beg your love , nor fear your hate . Had not my foolish pity staid my hand , My Life had never been at your command . A great noise within . Rosel .

Ano●her Storm begins , ere this is gone .

Alc.

If 't is your Father , we are yet undone .

Larasco within .

For pity's sake let 's in , who ere you be .

Fen.

That 's my Rascal's voice .

Lar. within .

Ay Sir ! 't is me ! 't is me ! Enter Larasco arm'd .

Fen.

What does this folly mean ?

Lar. O Sir ! as I to meet my Love did go forth , The very Devil follow'd me ; and so forth — Enter Manuel , Leonella , Teresa , falling over one another for haste — followed by Sanchez in a Shroud — Alon. What tricks are these ? Speak Devil ! or I 'll kill thee if I can . San.

Hold ! good Sir hold ! I am your very Man . Pulls off his Shroud .

Leon.

There 's the Original of all this Rout.

Ming . Were ever things so crosly brought about ? Nay Sir 't is true ; and had my Plots hit right , There had not one of you surviv'd this Night . Rosel .

O my dear Father ! —

Ming . Lady you mistake , nay I 'll make you known : Since I am lost , I will not fall alone . He 's not your Father , he 's a Rogue , a Cheat , He is in nothing , but in Mischief , great . Man . Malicious Rogue ! dear Daughter hear him not : He 's raving mad now he has miss'd his Plot. Dear Child lead me to Bed , I 'm very sick — Ming . To Bed ! to th' Gallows ; this is a meer trick , To get off — Rosel .

Let him not use my Father so —

Ming .

Madam ! he 's a Villain , and your mortal Foe .

Alon.

Mingo speak out , what is it thou canst say ?

Teres .

Damn'd Lyes ! mischievous Lyes ! lead him away —

Ming . Woman hear thy Charge — My Crime 's so great , and so prodigious grown , Though I beg pardon , I can hope for none . But when their faults in competition come , Mine are but Cyphers , theirs a total Sum. Had you not Sisters once , whom you think lost ? Fen.

Nay , more than think , we know that they were drown'd .

Ming . Sir ? spare your Sighs , the Ladies soon are found . When Don Valasco your brave Father dy'd , You being too young to be your Sisters Guide , Were left with her , to noble Pedro's care ; Your honour'd Father Sir — To Alonzo . Fen.

Thou seek'st delayes in Story fetch'd so far .

Alon. All this we know , and how my Father strove , To joyn our Families with Bonds of Love . Fen. Then how our Sisters with Don Pedro went , When in Peru he had a Government : We know the time when they took Ship again , But never heard when they return'd to Spain . Ming . The rest I can relate , and mean to do , More in Revenge to them , than Love to you . The Sea mov'd gently , and with flatt'ring Gales , The am'rous Wind did court the flying Sails . But Fate , that knows a thousand paths to Death , Sent a Disease to take your Father's Breath . To Sanchez his old Servant , and a Maid , He left your Sisters , and the Wealth he had ; With careful duty , to restore again Their Charge to you , when they return'd to Spain . But in the very Port , they met with one Gorzell , a cruel tatter'd Pickaroon ; Sanchez they murther'd , made the rest their prey , And took your Sisters very names away . What they did since is partly known to you , None but themselves know what they meant to do : This is the Villain , that the cursed Maid , By whose infernal Plots they were betrai'd : This Womans names Guttarze , that Mans Gorzell , By whose inhuman hands poor Sanchez fell . And those your Sisters are , those Ladies there ! What Heav'n decrees , cannot be alter'd here . Alon.

O that we could believe thee —

Fen.

What say you ?

Man . and Teres .

Mercy ! mercy Gentlemen ! 't is too true .

Alon.

Which is my Sister ? which must be my Bride ?

Teres . Y' have fix'd those Knots your Father long since ty'd ; Madam Alcinda , Sir , your Sister is , And you Rosella are Don Fenis's . Fen. Excess of happiness ! thy Life 's thy own , To Mingo Dangers so great , so suddenly o'reblown , Make all our joyes like pleasing Dreams appear . Rosel . I cannot look this way without a Tear . Can I see him , I once call'd Father , kneel , And weep to me ? — Alc.

Methinks I fear him still .

Rosel .

You shall forgive him —

Alon. The greatest Injuries were yours ; if you Can pardon them , with all my Heart I do . Fen. But we forget the blackest Crime they did , Although we pardon them , for that they 'll bleed . Poor murther'd Sanchez does for Vengeance cry , The Law will seize them , and for that they 'll dye . Man . Cruel Woman ! had not thy restless Will Urg'd on his death , he had been living still . Ter. Thou foolish Man ! why wouldst thou hear me then ? Nature allows our Sex less Wit than Men , That you may rule us when we go aside ; Had I been govern'd , Sanchez had not dy'd . Rosel .

No other wayes to save their lives ? pray try .

Sanch. Madam ! there is , this time they shall not dye . Look on me well , have you not known this Face ? Time has not chang'd it much from what it was . Man .

'T is he ! 't is he ! good Sanchez pardon me .

Ter. O Sanchez ! we confess our cruelty : Pray forgive us — Sanch. May your forgiveness be , From all the World as hearty as from me . Since I have seen my Mistrisses again , No more remembrance of my Wounds remain . Fen. Then you are free , but ere this Sun goes down , We charge ye every one to leave the Town . Alon. Where we reside be never seen again , The Law shall seize ye if we meet in Spain . Ming . Pox o' thy trembling Paw ! hadst thou but dy'd , Or done thy work , I had been satisfi'd . Ter. Curse on thy plotting pate , and wheedling tongue , Hadst thou been hang'd we yet had flourish'd long . Leon.

Hard-hearted Mingo ! wouldst thou murther me ?

Ming . No pretty Rogue ! I was to marry thee . Save your Lordship mighty Manuel hight ! And eke your fair La-dee Teresa bright . Great Don ! pray shut your Lordly Gate , 'gainst all Of your own Sex ; hate ev'ry thing that 's Male . Such tempting trash would make a Saint grow vain : Take heed no smooth face't Eunuch come again — Bezo las mannos Signior ! Alon. No more ! Sanchez I to his former place restore . Let 's to the Sacred Temple haste , and pay Glad thanks to Heaven for this happy day . Fen. Let smiling Hymen , with his Nuptial bands , As we have joyn'd our Hearts , unite our Hands . Now all our Doubts and Fears , with joyes are crown'd , Our Cares are lost , and our lost Sisters found .
FINIS .
EPILOGUE Spoken by Mrs. KNEPPE . WHen Wit , and Native Beauty found Success , Without a daz'ling Scene , or gaudy Dress , Then Playes were good , and wholesom your Amour ; But when these downright Blessings pleas'd no more , Poets , from France , fetch'd new Intrigue , and Plot , Kind Women , new French Words , and Fashions got : And finding all French Tricks so much did please , 'T oblige ye more , They got — ev'n their Disease . That too did take — and as much Honour gets As breaking Windows , or not paying Debts . O 't is so gente ! So modish ! and so fine ! To shrug and cry , Faith Jack ! I drink no Wine : For I 've a swinging Clap this very time — Poets saw this , and brought their Stages Crimes , Chang'd Comedy to Farce , and Sense to Rimes . That took your very Souls — But now , you are so strangely hum'rous grown , That even these , your dear Regalio's will not down : The newest Miss , with all her little Arts , Sometimes can't soften your obdurate hearts : At other times , you are so far from Pride , A swarthy Gipsie would be deify'd . Then , to your Friends , you tell such horrid Lyes , You had a Pers'n of Honour in disguise ! Dam'ee the pretty'st Creature ! O such Eyes — No Play without a new Machine will do , Shortly , Your Miss must act with Engine to : For brisk , and pretty , you will cry at last , Can she Curvet ? and is she Thorough-pac't ? Y' have Fiddle , and Motion now , and all That — 'Zbud ! I wonder what a Devil you 'd be at . If you persist in these lewd damning wayes , You 'll have no more new Misses ; nor new Playes . Per T. D.
ERRATA .

PAge 4. line 23. read Fenise for Mingo : p. 14. l. 24. r. and for are : p. 16. l. 15. r. Her Sword — p. 24. l. 6. r. liv'd here — p. 29. l. 11. r. or for od : p. 33. l. 11. r. so basely — for so bravely — p. 41. l. 3. r. talk for take : l. 33. r. Sot for Scot : p. 43. l. 1. r. a for her : p. 45. l. 24. r. thousand — Curses : l. 31. r. learn for lrarn : p. 48. l. 14. r. darted for darte : p. 57. l. 12. r. did for din : p. 59. l. 1. r. ne'r for nor .