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Enter a Servant, hastily.

Hyp: Sir, don Fernando de las Torres, How now?

whom I am proud to call my father, commanded Sero. O sir, Octavio bas set upon a couple me to deliver this into the hands of his most of gentlemen just as they were alighting out dear and worthy friend, don Manuel Grimaldi, of a coach at the door; one of them, I believe, and at the same time gave me assurance of is he that is to marry my young mistress, I a kind reception. beard 'em name; I'm afraid there will be Don M. Sir, you are thrice welcome : lel mischief, sir; there they are alla helter skelter. me embrace ye; I'm overjoy'd to see you

Don 1. Run into the hall, take down my your friend, sir? back, breast, and head-piece, call an officer, f Hyp. Don Pedro Velada, my near relation, raise the neighbours, give me my great gun, who has done me the honour of his company I'll shoot him out of the garrel window. from Seville, sir, to assist at the solemniiy of

(Erit Don Manuel. his friend's happiness. Enter MIPOLITA and FLORA, pulling up their proud to know you..

Don M. Sir, you are welcome; I shall be Saords ; TRAPPANTI and Octavio in the Flora. You do me honour, sir. Servants' Hands.

Don M. I hope you are not hurt, gentlemen? Hp. Bring him along-this is such an in- Hyp. Not at all, sir; thanks to a little skill solence! at this rale no gentleman can walk in the sword. the streets.

Don M. I am glad of it; however, give me Flora. I suppose, sir, your business was leave to interrupt our business for a moment, more with our pockets than our persons: are till I have done you justice on the person our things safe?

that offer'd you this insolence at my gate. Trap. Ay, sir, I secured them as soon as Hyp: Your pardon, sir; I understand he is ever I saw his sword out; I guess'd his de- a gentleman, and beg you would not let my sign, and scower'd off with the portmanteau. honour suffer, by receiving a lame reparation Hp. I'll know now who set you on, sir. from the law,

Oct. Pr'ythee, young man, dou't be trou- Don M. A pretly meltled fellow, faith - must blesome, but thank the rascal that knock'd me not let him light though. [Aside. But, sir, down for your escape.

you don't know, perhaps, how deeply this Hyp. Sir, l'l bave you know, if you had man is your enemy. not been knock'd down, I should have owed Hyp. Sir, I know more of his spleen and my escape to the same arm to which you would folly than you imagine, which, if you please hase owed the reward for your insolence. Pray, to discharge liiin, II acquaint you with sir, wbat are you? Who knows you? Don M. Discharge him! pray consider, sirOct. I'm glad, at least, to find 'lis not don

[They seem to talk. Phulp ibat's my rival.

[Aside. Sere. Sir, my master knows the gentleman Re-enter Viletta, and gives a Note lo terv well; he belongs to the army.

OCTAVIO. Hip. Then, sir, if you'd have me use you Vil. Send your answer to me. á gentleman, I desire your meaning of

[Apart to Oct. and exit. ibase familiar questions you ask'd me at the Oct. Now for a beam of hope in a tempest. coach-side.

[ Aside. Reads. Otl Faith, young gentleman, I'll be very I charge you don't hazard my ruin and stort; I love the lady you are to marry; and your own by the madness of a quarrel: if you don't quit your prelences in two hours, the closet window where I am is but a step # will entail prepelual 'danger upon you and to the ground. Be at the back door of the our family.

garden exactly in the close of the evening, Hip. Sir, if you please, the danger's equal where you will certuinly find one thal may - fur, rot me if I'm not as fond of cutting put you in the best way of getting rid of your throat as you can be of mine.

a rival. Oct. If I were out of these gentlemens' Dear kind creature! Now, if my little don's Lands, on my word, sir, you shouldn't want dit of honour does but hold ont to bail me,

I an opportunity.

am the happiest dog in the universe. [Aside. Hip. O! sir, these gentlemen shall protect Don M. Well, sir, since I find your bofrder of us; my friend and I'll be your bail nour is dipp'd so deep in the matter FlereIroe bem.

release the gentleman. Fora. Ay, sir, we'll bail you; and if you

[Servant gives Octavio his Sword. guterase, sir, bring your friend; I'm his: damn Flora. So, sir, you have your freedom; na what, d'ye think you have boys to deal you may depend upon us. stb?

Hyp. You will find us punctual — Sir, your Och Sir, I ask your pardon, and shall de- servant. sure to kiss your hands, about an hour hence, Oct. So, now I have a very handsome oc

[Whispers. casion to put off the tilt too. [ Aside.] GentleFora. Very well, sir; we'll meet you. men, I ask your pardon; i begin to be a Hyp. Release the gentleman.

little sensible of the rashness l committed ; Sere. Sir, we dare not, without my master's and I confess your manner of treating me ander: bere he is, sir.

has been so very 'much like men of honour, Re-enter Don MANUEL.

that I think myself obliged from the same Doa M. How now, bully confessor? What! principle to assure ye, that though I love Roia limbo?").

sara equal to my life, yet no consideration 1) Steag for, conised.

shall persuade me to !e a rude enemy, esen

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10 my rival; I thank you for my freedom, devil's in’t if you don't find an opportunity and am your bumble servant. [Exit Octavia, to run away with her."

Hyp. Your servant, sir.- I think we released Don M. Would you so, Mr. Dog? But my brother very handsomely; but I ban't done he'll be hang'd. with him.

[Aside to Flora. Hyp. O sir! you'll find we were mighty Don M. What can this sudden turn of ci- fortunate in this discovery, vility mean? I am afraid 'lis but a cloke to Don M. Pray, sir, let's hear. What was some new roguery be has in his head. this trick to be, friend?

Hyp. I don't know how old it may be, but Trap. Why, sir, to alarm you, that my my servant here has discovered a piece of master was an impostor, and that Sly-looks villany of his, that exceeds any other he can was the true don Philip, sent by his father be capable of.

from Seville to marry your daughter; "upon Don M. Is it possible? Why would you which" (says be), "the old put" (meaning you let him go then?

again, sir), "will be so bamboozled, thal-" Hyp. Because I'm sure it can do me no Don M. But pray, sir, how did young

Mr. harin, sir.

Coxcomb conclude that the old put was to Don M. Pray be plain, sir; what is it? believe all this? Had they no sham proofs

Hyp. This fellow can inform you-For, to that they proposed to bamboozle me with, as say_truth, he's much better at a lie. [Aside. you call ii?

Don M. Come hither, friend: pray what is Trap. You shall bear, sir (the plot was this business?

pretty well laid too). “I'll pretend,” says be, Hyp. Ay; what was that you overheard that the rascal, your rival," (meaning you then, belween Octavio and another gentleman, at the sir) [To Hypolita] “bas robb’d me of my inn where we alighted ?

portmanteau, where I bad put up all my Trap. Why, sir, as I was unbuckling my jewels, money, and letters of recommendation portmanteau in the yard there, I observed Oc- from my father. We are neither of us known tavio and another spark very familiar with in Madrid," says he, “so that a little impuyour honour's name; upon which, sir, 1 pricka dence, and a grave face, will certainly set

the ears of my curiosity, and took'in all those two dogs a snarling, while you run their discourse.

away with the bone." That's all, sir. Don M. Pray who was that other spark, Don M. Impudent rogue! friend?

Hyp. Whai think ye, sir? Was not this Trap. A brother-rake, sir; a damn'd sly-business pretty handsomely laid ? look'd fellow

Flora. Faith, it might have wrought a very Don M. So!

ridiculous consequence. Flora. How familiarly the rogue treats his Don M. Why truly, if we had not been old master.

[Aside fore-arm’d by this discovery, for aught I know, Hyp. Poor don Philip!

Aside. Mr. Dog might have ran away with the bone Trap. Says one of 'em, says he, “No, damn indeed: but if you please, sir, since these inbim, the old rogue” (meaning you, sir), “will genious gentlemen are so pert upon the malnever let


have her by fair means"- ier, we'll let 'em see that you and I have wit “However," says Octavio, "I'll try soft words: enough to do our business, and e'en clap up but if those won't do" — “Bully' him,” says the wedding to-morrow morning. t'other.

Hyp: Sir, you are too obliging-But will Don M. Ah! poor dog! but that would not your daughter, think ye, be prevail'd with? do neither: sir, he has tried 'em both to-day Don M. Sir, I'll prepare her this minuteto no purpose.

It's pity; methinks, we released that bully Trup. Say you so, sir? then you'll find though

is all of a piece. “Well,” and if Flora. We might as well hare held him neither of these will do,” says he, "you must a little. e'en tilt the young prig, :) your rival;” (mean- Hyp. Really, sir, upon second thoughts, ! ing you then, sir.)

[To Hypolita. wish we had—his excusing his challenge so Don M. Ha, ha! that, I perceive, my spark abruptly, makes me fancy he is in hopes of did not greatly care for.

carrying his point some other way:-Did not Trap. No, sir; that he found was calching you observe your daughter's woman whisa Tarlar 3).' 'Sbud, my master fought like a per him? lion, sir.

Don M. Humb! Hyp. Truly, I did not spare him.

Floru. They seemd very busy, that's certain. Flora. No, faith-after he was knockd down. Hyp. I can't say aboui what--but it will

[Aside. be worth our while to be upon our guard. Trap. But now, sir, comes the cream of Don M. I am alarm'd.

Hyp. Where is your daughter at this time? Hyp. Pray observe, sir.

Don M. I think she's pretty safe—but Mu Trap. “Well,” says Sly-looks, "and if all go make ber sure. these fail, I have a rare trick in my head, Flora. Where's her woman? that will certainly defer the marriage for three Don M. I'll be upon her presently - she or four days at least; and in that time the shall be search'd for intelligence - you'll excuse 1) You must fight with the young fellow,

me, gentlemen. 2) The slory goes, that an Irishıman in battle against the

Hyp. Sir, the occasion presses yoų. Calmnes, once called to one of his comrades, "Patrick, Don M. If I find all safe, I'll return immeI have cooligbat a Tarlar". "Well, bring him along with

** But bo won'i come." so of course, the diately; and then, if you please, we'll run Írisiiman was a prisoner,

over some old stories of my good friend Fer

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Lando. Your servant.

(Exit.l. Vil. You may chance to have your bones Hyp. Sir, your most humble servant-Trap- broke, Mr. Coxcomb. panti, thou'rt a rare fellow, thou hast an ad- Trap. Sweet honeycomb, don't be so wasp. furable face of brass, and when thou diest ish; or if I keep your counsel, d'ye see, I 1'il bave thy whole statue cast all in the don't know why my bones mayn't keep their

places; but if I peach, whose bones will pay Flora. "Twere pity the rogue was not bred for it then? to the law.

Fil. Ha! the fool says true; I had belter Trap. So 'lis, indeed, sir.—A man should wheedle him.

[Aside. not praise himself; but if I had been bred to

Trap. Don't you love money above any the gown, I dare venture to say, I become a thing in the world-except one? lie as well as any man that wears it, and Vil. I except nothing. that's a bold word.

Trap. Very good. And pray how many Hyp. Nay, now thou art modest—but, sir-letters do you expect to be paid for when rah, we have more work for ye; you must Octavio has married your mistress, and bas no get in with the servants, attack the lady's wo- occasion to write to her? While they are man: there, there's ammunition, rogue. [Gives lovers, they will always have occasion for a him Money] Now try if you can make a confidant and a go-between; but when they breach into the secrets of the family, marry-Serviteur-good night vails?); our harTrap. Ab! sir, I warrant you-I could ne-vest is over :

!:—what d'ye think of me now? ret yet meet with a woman that was this sort Vil. Why-I like what you say very

well: of pistol-proof.—I hare known a handful of but I don't know, my friend, to me-that these do more than a barrel of gunpowder. same face of yours looks like the title-page to

[Exit. a whole volume of roguery.-What is't you Flera. Well, what must we do next? drive at? Hyp. Why, now for the lady—I'll be a Trap. Money, money, money. Don't you lide brisk upon her, and then—

let your mistress marry Octavio. I'll do my Flora, Victoria!

[Exeunt. besi to hinder my master: let you and I lay ACT IU.

our heads together to heep them asunder, and Scene I.- The sume.

so make a penny of 'em all three.

Vil. Look you, seignior, I'll meet you half Enter VILETTA, hastily; Don Manuel and

way, and confess to you I had made a rough TRAPPANTI behind, observing her. draught of this project myself: but say I should FZ So! with much ado I have given the old agree with you to go on upon't, what security doa the slip; he bas dangled with me through can you give me for performance of articles? every room in the house, high and low, up Trap. More than bond or judgment-my stairs and down; as close to my tail as a person in custody. great boy hankering after one of his mother's Vil. Ab! that won't do. we will see what mon- Trap. No, my love, why, there's many a

sweet bit in't-taste it. [Takes a Letter from her Bosom. Trap. Tlist! there she is, and alone: when

Solfers to kiss her; she puts him away. the devil has any thing to do with a woman, Trap. Faith, you must give me one. sir, that's his time to take her; stand close. Vil. Indeed, my friend, you are too ugly

[ Apart to Don Manuel. for me; though I am not handsome myself, I Don M. Ah! he's at work already-there's love to play with those that are. a letter.

[ Apart. Trap. And yet, methinks, an honest fellow Trap. Leave her to me, sir; I'll read it. of my size and complexion, in a careless

pos[ Apart. ture, playing the fool thus with his money. 1. Ha! two pistoles! -Well, I'll say that [Tosses'a Purse; she catches it, and he for him, the man knows his business; his lel

kisses her. come post paid.

Vil. Pshaw! Well, if I must, come then.--[Thile she is reading, Trappanti steals to see how a woman may be deceived at

behind, and looks over her Shoulder. first sight of a man. Dear Viletla -- Convey the enclosed im- Trap. Nay then, take a second thought of mediately to your mistress, and, as you me, child.

[Kisses her again. prize my life, use all possible means to Don M. lla!- This is laying their heads keep the old gentleman from the closet till together indeed.

[ Aside. pou are sure she is safe out of the window. Vil. Well, now get you gone; I have a

letter to give to my mistress; slip into the Trap. Octavio!

[Reading garden-l'l come t'ye presently.

TShricks. Trap. Is't from Octavio? Trup . Madam, your lady'ship's most humble Vil. Pshaw! be gone, I say.

[Snatches the Leiter. Fil . You're very impertinent, methinks, 10

Trap. Hist! look over other people's letters.

[Beckons Don Manuel, who goes softly Trap. Why - I never read a letter in my

behind. life without looking it over.

Vil. Madam! Madam! ah! business


you Don M. Now, strumpet, give me the other look

[Draws. Trap. 'There's the thing - your not knowing Vil. Ah! lud! O lud! there! there! [Squeaks. that bas put you into this passion.

maids. Well, now sieur Odavio says.

ters always

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Vil I don't know any upon

letter, or I'll murder you.

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Don M. Now we shall see what my gentle- Don M. O! as for that matter, be shall see man would be at.

[Reads. you presently; and I bave made it his interest My dear angel-Ha! Soft and impudent- io like you—but if you are still positively reDepend upon me at the çarden-door by solved upon Octavio, I'll make but few wor.'s seven this evening. Pity my impatience, and -pull off your clothes and go to him. believe you can never come too soon to Ros. My clothes, sir? the arms of your

Octavio. Don M. Ay, for the gentleman shan't have a Ah! Now would this rampant rogue make no rag with you. more of debauching my gentlewoman, than Ros. I am not in haste to be starved, sir. the gentlewoman would of him, if he were to Don M. Then let me see you put on your debauch ber-hold— let's see, what does he best airs, and receive don Philip as you should do. say here?-um! um! [Reads to himself. Ros. When do you expect don Philip, sir?

Vil. What a stupid wench was I to be- Don M. Espect him; sir! he has been here lieve this old fool durst do me any harm! this hour-I only staid to get you out of the but a fright's the devil.

[Aside. sullens.- He's none of your bum-drums, all Don M. (Reads] Um! um!-Sure she is life and mettle! Odzooks, he has the courage safe out of the window. 0! there the mine of a cock; a duel's but a dance to him: he is lo be sprung then. Now, gentlewoman, has been at sa! sa !?)—sa for you already what do you think in your conscience Iought Ros. Well, sir, I shan't be afraid of his to do to ye?

courage, since I see you are resolved he sball Vil. What I think in my conscience you'll be the man. fle shall find me a woman, sir, not do to me, make a friend of me-You see, let him win me and wear me as soon as sir, I dare be an enemy.

you please. Don M. Nay, thou dost not want courage, Don M. Al! now thou art my own girl; I'll say that for thee: but is it possible any hold but in this humour one quarter of an thing can make thee bonest?

hour, and I'll toss thee t'other bushel of doubVil. What do you suppose would make loons into thy portion-Here, bid a-Come, me otherwise?

I'll fetch bim myself—she's in a rare cue, faith: Don M. Money: ab! if he does but nick her now, TErit

. Vil. You have nickd it.

Ros, Now I bare but one card to play, Don M. And would the same sum make if that don't hit, my hopes are crush'd indeed: thee surely one as t'other?

if this young spark hen't a downright coxcomb, Vil. That I can't say neither: one must be I may have a trick to turn all yet.—Dear forheavier than t'other, or else the scale can't turn. tune, give him but common sense, I'll make

Don M. Say it be so; would that turn thee it impossible for him to like me-Here they inlo my interest?

come, [Walks carelessly, and sings. Vil. The very minule you turn into mine, sir : judge yourself-Here stands Octavio with Re-cnter Don MANUEL, with llyPOLITA. a letter, and two pieces to give it to my mis

Song. tress - there stand you with a bem! and four

Divinely fair, so beav'nly form'd, pieces—where would the letter go, d'ye think? Don M. There needs no mor

ore-I'm con

Such' native innocence she wears;

You cannot wonder that I'm charm'd vinced,'and will trust thee- there's lo encourage thee beforehand; [Gives her Money] and

Whene'er the lovely maid appears. when thou bring'st me a letter of Octavio's, Ker smiles might warm an anchorite, I'll double the sum.

Her artless glances teach him sin; Vil. Sir, I'll do't-and will take care he Yet in her soul such charms unite, sball write presently.


As might the coldest stoic win. Don M. Now, as you expect I should believe you, be gone, and take no notice of, Hyp: Madam, I kiss your ladyship's hands: wbat I have discover'd.

I find by your gaiety, you are no stranger to Vil. Oh, I am dumb, dumb, dumh, sir. [Exit

. my business; perhaps you expected I should Don M. So! this was done like a wise ge

bave come in with a grave bow and a long neral: and now I have taken the counterscarp, therefore, if you please, madam, we'll cut

my affair is in a little more baste; there may be some hopes of making the town the work' shori, be thoroughly intimate at the capitulate. -Rosara!

[Unlocks the Closet. first sight, and see one another's bumours in Enter ROSARA.

a quarter of an hour, as well as if we had Ros. Did you call me, sir?

been weary of them this twelvemonth. Don M. Ay, child: come, be cheerful; what

Ros. Troth, sir, I think you are very much I have to say to you, I'm sure ought to make

in the right; the sooner I see you, the sooner

I shall know whether I like you or not, Ros. He has certainly made some discovery:

Hyp. Psbaw! as for that matter, you'll find Viletta did not cry out for nothing-What me a very fashionable husband. I shan't ershall I do?-dissemble.

[Aside. pect my wife to be over fond of me. Don M. In one word, set your heart at

Ros. But I love to be in the fashion too, rest, for you shall marry don Philip this very

sir, in taking the man I have a mind to. evening

Hyp. Say you so? why then take me as Ros. That's but short warning for the gentle

soon as you please. man, as well as myself; for I don't know 1) The old gentleman here pats himself in a seacing that we ever saw one another. How are you

postme, lifting his stick, and lunging forward, saying, sure he will like me?

at every lunge: ça! sa! like a French fencing-master giving a lesson.

you so.

Ros. I only stay for my mind, sir: as soon in the French city fasbion, content to a degree. as ever that comes to me, upon my word 1 Now here in Spain, child, we have such am ready to wait upon you.

things as back rooms, barred windows, hard Hyp. Well, madam, á quarter of an hour fare, poison, daggers, bolts, chains, and shall break no squares ?)—Sir, if you'll find so forth. an occasion to leave us alone, I see we shall Ros. Ay, sir, and there are such things as come to a right understanding presently. bribes, plots, shams, letters, lies, walls, lad

Don M. l'il do't, sir; well,"child, speak, in ders, keys, confidants, and so forth. thy conscience, is not he a pretty fellow? Hyp. "Hey! a very complete regiment in

Ros. The gentleman's very well, sir; but deed! what a world of service might these methinks he's a little too young for a husband. do in a quarter of an hour, with a woman's

Don M. Young! a fiddle: you'll find him courage at the head of 'em! Really, madam, old enough for a wife, I warrant ye: sir, I your dress and humour have the prettiest loose must beg your pardon for a moment; but if French air, something so quality, that let me sou please, in the mean time, I'll leave you die, madam, I believe in a month I should my daughter, and so pray make the best of be apt to poison ye. her.

[Exit. Ros. So! it takes!. [Aside] And let me die, Hip. I thank ye, sir. (Hypolita stands sir, I believe I should be apt to deserve it of ye. some time mute , looks carelessly at Rosara, Hyp. I shall certainly do't. and smiles as in contempt] Why now Ros. It must be in my breakfast then- for meihinks, madam, you had as good put on a I should certainly run away before the wedding real smile, for I am doom'd to be the bappy dinner came up. inan, vou see.

Hyp. That's over-acted, but I'll startle her. Ros. So my father says, sir.

[Aside]. Then I must tell you, madam, a Hyp. I'll take his word.

Spanish husband may be provoked as well as Rs. A bold man-but he'll break it. a wife. As for your inclination, I'll keep your Hyp. He won't.

person honest, however; you shall be lock'd Ros. He must.

up, and if you don't love me then-I'll stab Hip. Whether he will or no?


(Carelessly. Ros. He can't help it now.

Ros. With what? Your words? it must Hip. How so, pray?

be those you say after the priest then-You'll Ros. Because he has promised you, you be able to do very little else that will reach shall marry me; and he has always promised my heart, I assure ye. me I should marry the man I could 'lore. Hyp. Come, come, this bumour is as much

Hip. Ay– that is, be would oblige you to affected as my own: I could no more bear love the man you should marry.

the qualities, you say you have, than I know Ros. The man that I marry will be sure of you are guilty of 'em: your prelty arts, in my lore; but for the man that marries me- striving to avoid, have charmed me.

At my metry on him.

first view I wooed ye only to secure a sordid Hip. No matter for that, I'll marry you. fortune, which now I, overjoy'd, could part

Ras. Come, I don't believe you are so ill- with; nay, with life, with any thing,' to antur'd.

your unrivallid heart. Hyp. Why, dost thou not like me, child ? Ros. Now I am plunged indeed. [Aside] Bins. ('m-No.

Well, sir, I own you have discovered me; Hip. What's the matter?

and since you have obliged me to be serious, Rus. The old fault.

I now from my sincerity protest my heart's Hip. What?

already given, from whence no power nor Ros. I don't like you.

interest shall recall it. flyp. Is that all?

Hyp. I hate my interest, and would owe Ros. Vo.

no power or title but to love, Hyp. That's hard the rest.

Ros. lf, as you say, you think I find a Ros. That you won't like.

charm in virtne, you'll know too there's a Hip. I'll stand it-try me.

charm in constancy: you ought to scorn me, Pins Why then, in short, I like another: should I flatter you with hope, since now saber man, sir, has got into my head, and you are assured I must be false before I can maade such work there, you'll never be able to be yours: if wbat I have said seems cold, irt me to rights as long as you live.- What too neglectful of your merit, call it not indse think of me now, sir? Won't this serve gratitude or scorn, but faith unmoved, and tor a reason why you should not marry me? justice to the man I love.

Hop. I'm-the reason is a pretty smart sort Hyp. Well, madam, to let you see I am a of a reason truly, but it won'i do-to be short friend to love, though love's an enemy to me, with ye, madam, I have reason to believe I give me but a seeming proof that Octavio is shall be disinherited if I don't marry you.. the undisputed master of your heart, and I'll

Pios. And what hare you reason to believe forego the power your father's obligations give soa sball be if you do marry me?

me, and throw my hopes into his arms with you. Hyp. In the Spanish fashion | suppose, Ros. Sir, you confound me with this goodness. reainas to a degree.

Command' me to what proof you please; or Ros. You may be in the English fashion, if you'll trust to my sincerity, let these tears zod someihing else to a degree.

of “joy convince you: here, on my knees, by Hyp. Ob! if I have not courage enough to all my hopes of peace I swear. prevent that, madam, let the world think me Hyp. Hold-Swear never to make any other ..e sa disagreemkni.

your husband but Octavio.



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