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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.
So gently speak thy master's pain?
That though my sleeping love shall know,
Who sings—who sighs below,
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
Louisa-replies from a Window.
Waking, the dawn did bless my sight;
Who speaks in song, who moves in light.
What vagabonds are these I hear,
Fly, scurvy minstrels,
Louisa. Nay, pr’ythee, father, why so rough?
How durst you, daughter, lend an ear
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
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. :
Forgetling every charm,
The Tyrant Love disarm.
Each failing of her mind,
And sees-while Reason's blind.
[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
Is her hand so soft and pure?
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.
Ferd. But, Antonio, if you did not love my sister, you have too much honour and friendship to supplant me with Clara.
But if beauty disapprove,
In the heart that's true to love.
As a civil oath I view;