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Truth, they say, lies in a well,
Why, I dow, I ne'er could see,
Never saw I falsehood's mask,
In the bottom of each flask.
True, at length my vigour's
And the few I have are grey.
While thy spirits do not tire,
Glows a spark of youthful fire.
The New Piazza.
Enter FERDINAND and LOPEZ.
Ferd. What, could you gather no tidings of her ? Nor guess where she was gone? O Clara! Clara!
Lopez. In truth, sir, I could not. That she was run away from her father, was in every body's mouth, and that Don Guzman was in pursuit of her was also a very common report--where she was gone, or what was become of her, no one could take upon them to say.
Ferd. 'Sdeath and fury, you blockhead ! she can't be out of Seville.
Lopez. So I said to myself, sir—'Sdeath and fury, you blockhead, says I, she can't be out of SevilleThen some said, she had hanged herself for love; and others have it, Don Antonio had carried her off.
Ferd. 'Tis false, scoundrel ! no one said that.
Ferd. Go, fool, get home, and never let me see you again, till you bring me news of her. [Exit Lopez.] Oh, how my fondness for this ungrateful girl has hurt my disposition !
Isaac. So, I have ber safe, and have only to find a priest to marry us. Antonio now may marry Clara, or not, if he pleases !
Ferd. What? what was that you said of Clara ?
Isaac. Oh, Ferdinand ! my brother-in-law, that shall be, who thought of meeting you !
Ferd. But what of Clara ?
Isaac. l'faith, you shall hear.This morning, as I was coming down, I met a pretty damsel, who told me her name was Clara d’Almanza, and begged my protection.
Isaac. She said she had eloped from her father, Don Guzman, but that love for a young gentleman in Seville was the cause.
Ferd. Oh, Heavens! did she confess it?
Isaac. Oh, yes, she confessed at once-but then, says she, my lover is not informed of my flight, nor suspects my intention.
Ferd. Dear creature ! no more I did indeed! Oh, I am the happiest fellow !--[Aside.] Well, Isaac !
Isaac. Why, then she entreated me to find him out for her, and bring him to her.
Ferd. Good Heavens, how lucky !-Well, come along, let's lose no time.
[Pulling him. Isaac. Zooks! where are we to go? Ferd. Why, did any thing more pass?
Isaac. Any thing more! yes ; the end on't was, that I was moved with her speeches, and complied with her desires.
Ferd. Well, and where is she?
I complied with her request, and left her safe in the arms of her lover.
Ferd. 'Sdeath, you trifle with me! I have never
Isaac. You! O lud, no !-How the devil should you? 'Twas Antonio she wanted : and with Anto. nio I left her.
Ferd. Hell and madness! (Aside.] What, Antonio d'Ercilla ?
Isaac. Ay, ay, the very man; and the best part of it
was, he was shy of taking her at first-He talked a good deal about honour, and conscience, and deceiving some dear friend; but, lord, we soon overruled that.
Ferd. You did?\ Isaac. Oh, yes, presently-such deceit, says hem Pish! says the lady, tricking is all fair in love-but then, my friend, says he-Pshaw! damn your friend, says I.–So, poor wretch, he has no chance-no, no ; he may hang himself as soon as he pleases.
Ferd. I must go, or I shall betray myself.
Isaac. But stay, Ferdinand, you ha'n't heard the best of the joke.
Ferd. Curse on your joke.
Isaac. Good lack! what's the matter now I thought to have diverted you.
Ferd. Be rack'd! tortured! damn'd.
lover, are you? I'faith, as sure as can be, he is.com This is a better joke than t'other, ha! ha! ha!
Ferd. What, do you laugh ? you vile, mischievous varlet! (Collars him.] But that you're beneath my anger, I'd tear your heart out. [Throws him from him.
Isaac. O mercy ! here's usage for a brother-in-law!
Ferd. But, hark ye, rascal! tell me directly where these false friends are gone, or, by my soul
[Draws. Isaac. For Heaven's sake, now, my dear brother-inlaw, don't be in a rage-I'll recollect as well as I can.
Ferd. Be quick then!
Isaac. I will, I will but people's memories differ --some have a treacherous memory-now mine is a cowardly memory-it takes to its heels, at sight of a drawn sword, it does, i'faith ; and I could as soon fight as recollect.
Ferd. Zounds! tell me the truth, and I won't hurt
Isaac. No, no, I know you won't, my dear brotherin-law-but that ill-looking thing there
Ferd. What, then, you won't tell me?
Isaac. Yes, yes, I will; I'll tell you all, upon my soul_but why need you listen sword in hand?
Ferd. Why, there. [Puts up.] Now.
Isaac. Why then, I believe they are gone to--that is, my friend Carlos told me, he had left Donna Clara
dear Ferdinand, keep your hands off at the con. vent of St Catharine.
Ferd. St Catharine!
Isaac. Yes ; and that Antonio was to come to her there.
Ferd. Is this the truth?
Ferd. Well, coward, take your life-'Tis that false, dishonourable Antonio, who shall feel my vengeance.
Isaac. Ay, ay, kill him-cut his throat, and wel. come.
Ferd. But, for Clara-infamy on her ! she is not worth my resentment.
Isaac. No more she is, my dear brother-in-law. l'faith, I would not be angry about her she is not worth it, indeed.
Ferd.' 'Tis false ! she is worth the enmity of princes.
Isaac. True, true, so she is; and I pity you exceedingly for having lost her.
Ferd. "Sdeath, you rascal! how durst you talk of pitying me!
Isaac. Oh, dear brother-in-law, I beg pardon, I don't pity you in the least, upon my soul.
Ferd. Get hence, fool, and provoke me no further ; nothing but your insignificance saves you.
Isaac. I'faith, then my insignificance is the best friend I have.--I'm going, dear Ferdinand What a curst hot-headed bully it is !
The Garden of the Convent.
Enter LOUISA and CLARA.
Louisa. And you really wish my brother may not find you out?
Clara. Why else have I concealed myself under this disguise ?
Louisa. Why, perhaps, because the dress becomes you; for you certainly don't intend to be a nun for