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nade my young mistress, Donna Louisa , I suppose : soh! we shall have the old gentleman up presently. Lest he should miss his son, I had best lose no time in getting to my post.


Enter ANTONIO and LORENZO, with Masks and Music.

Tell me, my lute, can thy soft strain

So gently speak thy master's pain?
So soflly sing, so humbly sigh,

That though my sleeping love shall know,

Who sings—who sighs below,
Her rosy slumbers shall not fly!

Thus may some vision whisper more

Than ever I dare speak before. | Mask. Antonio, your mistress wil never wake, while you sing so dolefully: love, like a cradled infant, is lulled by a sad melody.

Ant. I do not wish to disturb her rest.

1 Mask. The reason is, because you know she does not regard you enough to appear, if you awakened her. Anth. Nay, then, I'll convince you

The breath of morn bids hence the night;
Unveil those beauteous eyes, my fair,
For till the dawn of love is there,
I feel no day, I own no light.

Louisa-replies from a Window.
Waking, I heard thy numbers chide,

Waking, the dawn did bless my sight;
'Tis Phoebus sure that wooes, I cried,

Who speaks in song, who moves in light.
DON JEROME-From another Window.

What vagabonds are these I hear,
Fiddling, flating, rhyming, ranting,
Piping, scraping, whining, canting

Fly, scurvy minstrels,


Louisa. Nay, pr’ythee, father, why so rough?
Ånt. An humble lover I.

How durst you, daughter, lend an ear
To such deceitful stuff?

Quick from the window, fly!

Adieu, Antonio! Ant. Must you go? Louisa.

We soon, perhaps, may meet again; Ant.

For though hard fortune is our foe,

The god of love will fight for us Jerome. Reach me the blunderbuss. Ant. et L. The god of love, who knows our pain, Jerome. Hence, or these slugs are through your brain.

[Exeunt. Scene II.-A Piazza.

Enter FERDINAND and LOPEZ. Lopez. Truly, Sir, I think that a little sleep, once in a week, or so

Ferd. Peace, fool! don't mention sleep to me.

Lopez. No, no , Sir, I don't mention your low-bred, vulgar, sound sleep; but I can't help thinking that a gentle slumber, or half an hour's dozing, if it were only for the novelty of the thing

Ferd. Peace, booby, 1 say! - Oh Clara, dear, cruel disturber of my

Lopez. And of mine, too.

Ferd. 'Sdeath! to trifle with me at such a juncture as this—now to stand on punctilios-love me! I don't believe she ever did.

Lopez. Nor I either.

Ferd. Or is it, that her sex never know their desires for an hour together?

Lopez. Ah, they know them oftener than they'll own them?

Ferd. Is there, in the world, so inconstant a creature as Clara ?

Lopez. I could name one.

Ferd. Yes; the tame fool who submits to her caprice. Lopez. I thought he couldn't miss it. [ Aside.

Ferd. Is she not capricious, teasing, tyrannical, obstinate, perverse, absurd ? ay, a wilderness of faults and follies; her looks are scorn, and her very smiles _'sdeath! I wish I hadn't mentioned her smiles! for she does smile such beaming loveliness, such fascinating brightness-Oh, death and madness! I shall die if I lose her. Lopez. Oh, those damned smiles have undone all. :

Could I her faulls remember

Forgetling every charm,
Soon would impartial reason

The Tyrant Love disarm.
But when enraged I number

Each failing of her mind,
Love still suggests cach beauty,

And sees-while Reason's blind.
Lopez. Here comes Don Antonio, Sir.
Ferd.Well, go you home-I shall be there presently.
Lopez. Ah, those cursed smiles.

[Exit. Enter ANTONIO. Ferd. Antonio, Lopez tells me he left you chanting before our door. Was my father waked ?

Ant. Yes, yes; he has a singular affeclion for music, so I left him roaring at his barred window, like the prince of Bajazet in the cage. And what brings you out so carly?

Ferd. I believe I told you, that lo-morrow was the day fixed by Don Pedro and Clara's unnatural stepmother, for her to enter a convent, in order that her brat might possess her fortune; made desperate by this, I procured a key to the door, and bribed Clara's maid to leave it unbolted; at two this morning, I entered, unperceived, and stole to her chamber. I found her waking and weeping.

Ant. Happy Ferdinand!

Ferd. 'Sdeath! hear the conclusion. I was rated as the most confident ruffian, for daring to approach her room at that hour of night.

Ant. Ay, ay, this was at first?

Ferd. No such thing; she would not hear a word from me, but threatened to raise her mother, if I did not instantly leave her.

Ant. Well, but at last?

Ferd. At last! why, I was forced to leave the house, as I came in.

Ant. And did you do nothing to offend her?

Ferd. Nothing, as I hope to be saved ! I believe, might snatch a dozen or two of kisses.

Ant. Was that all? Well, I think I never heard of such assurance!

Ferd. Zounds! I tell you, I behaved with the ulmost respect.

Ant. O Lord! I don't mean you, but in her—but hark ye, Ferdinand, did you leave your key with them?

Ferd. Yes, the maid, who saw me out, took it from the door.

Ant. Then, my life for it, her mistress elopes after you.

Ferd. Ay, to bless my rival, perhaps. I am in a humour to suspect every body. You loved her once, and thought her an angel, as I do now.

Ant. Yes, I loved her, till I found she wouldn't love me, and then I discovered that she hadn't a good feature in her face.


I ne'er could any lustre see
In eyes that would not look on me;
I ne'er saw nectar on a lip,
But where my own did hope to sip.
Has the maid , who seeks my heart,
Cheeks of rose , untouch'd by art?
I will own the colour true,
When yielding blushes aid their huc.

Is her hand so soft and pure?
I must press it, to be sure;
Nor can I be certain then,
Till it, grateful, press again.
Must I, with attentive eye,
Watch her heaving bosom sigh?
I will do so, when I see

That heaving bosom sigh for me. Besides, Ferdinand, you have full security in my love for your sister. Help me there, and I can never disturb you with Clara.

Ferd. As far as I can, consistently with the honour of our family, you know I will; but there must be no eloping

Ant. And yet, now, you would carry off Clara ?

Ferd. Ah, that's a different case. We never mean that others should act to our sisters and wives, as we do to others.-But, to-morrow, Clara is to be forced into a convent.

Ant. Well, and am not I so unfortunately circumstanced? To-morrow, your father forces Louisa to marry Isaac, the Portuguese—but come with me, and we'll devise something, I warrant.

Ferd. I must go home.
Ant. Well, adieu!

Ferd. But, Antonio, if you did not love my sister, you have too much honour and friendship to supplant me with Clara.

Friendship is the bond of reason;

But if beauty disapprove,
Heaven dissolves all other treason ,

In the heart that's true to love.
The faith which to my friend I swore,

As a civil oath I view;
But to the charms which I adore,
'Tis religion to be true.

Ferd. There is always a levity in Antonio's manner

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