Come now, what made Don Philip turn you out of his service? why did you leave him? Trap. 'Twas time, I think; his wits had left him the man was mad. Hyp. Mad! Trap. Ay, stark mad-in love. Hyp, In love! how pray? Trap. Very deep-up to the ears-over headdrowned by this time-he would in-I would have had him stopped when he was up to the middle. Hyp. What was she he was in love with? Trap. The devil. Hyp. So, now for a very ugly likeness of my own face. [Aside.] What sort of a devil? Trap. The damning sorta woman. Hyp. Had she no name? Trap Her Christian name was Donna Hypolitą, but her proper name was Shittlecock. Flo. How d'ye like that? [Aside to Hyp, Hyp. Pretty well. [Aside to Flo.] Was she hand some : Trap. Umph-so, so. Flo. How d'ye like that? [To Hyp. Hyp. Umph-so, so. [To Flo.] Had she wit? Trap. Sometimes. Hyp. Good humour ? Trap. Very seldom. - Hyp. Proud Trap. Ever. Hyp. Was she honest? Trap. Very proud. Hyp. What, had she no good qualities? Hyp. Hal d'ye think she loved him? Trap. If she did, 'twas as the cobler loved his wife. Hyp. How's that? Trap. Why, he beat her thrice a day, and told his neighbours he loved her ne'er the worse, but he was resolved she should never know it. Hyp. Did she use him so very ill › Trap. Like a jade. Flo. How d'ye do now? [To Hyp. Hyp. I don't know-methinks, I-But sure; what, was she not handsome, say ye? Trap. A devilish tongue. Hyp. Was she ugly ? Flo. Ay, say that at your peril. Hyp. What was she? how did she look? [Aside. Trap. Look why faith the woman looked very well when she had a blush in her face. Hyp. Did she often blush? Trap. I never saw her. Hyp. Never saw her had she no charm? what made him love her ? Trap. Really, I cann't tell. Flo. How d'ye like the picture, madam? [Aside. Hyp. Oh, oh, extremely well! the rogue has put me into a cold sweat. I am as humble as an offending lover. Enter Host. Host. Gentlemen, your dinner's upon the table. [Exit Host. Hyp. That's well. Come, sir; at dinner I'll give you farther instructions how you may serve yourself and me. Trap Come, sir. Flo. Nay, dear sir! no ceremony. Trap. Sir, your very humble servant. [To Flora. [As they are going, Hyp. stops them. Hyp. Come back; here's one I don't care should see me. Trap. Sir, the dinner will be cold. Hyp. Do you eat it hot then; we are not hungry. Trap. Sir, your humble servant again. [Exit Trap. Flo. You seem concerned; who is it? Hyp. My brother Octavio, as I live!-Come this way. [They retire. Enter OCTAVIO and a Servant. 08. Jasper, run immediately to Rosara's woman; tell her I am just come to town; slip that note into her hand, and stay for an answer. Flo. 'Tis he, Re-enter Host, conducting DON Philip. D. Ph. When my servant comes, send him to me immediately. Host. Yes, sir. Hyp. Nay, then, it is time for us to make readyAlons! O&t. Don Philip! D. Ph. Dear Octavio! [Exeunt Hyp. and Flo. 08. What lucky point of the compass could blow us to one another so? D. Ph. Faith a wind very contrary to my inclination; but the worst, I see, blows some good. I am overjoyed to see you.-But what makes you so far from the army? "O. Who thought to have found you so far from "Seville? "D. Ph. What do you do at Madrid ?" 08. Oh, friend, such an unfortunate occasion, and yet such a lucky discovery! such a mixture of joy and torment, no poor dog upon earth was ever plagued with. D. Ph. Unriddle, pray. O&. Don't you remember, about six months ago, I wrote you word of a dear, delicious, sprightly crea ture that I had bombarded for a whole summer to no purpose? D. Ph. I remember. O&t. That same silly, stubborn, charming angel now capitulates. D. Ph. Then she's taken. Oct. I can't tell that; for you must know her perfidious father, contrary to his treaty with me, and her inclination, is going to D. Ph. Marry her to another Oct. Of a better estate than mine, it seems. She tells me here, he is within a day's march of her, begs me to come upon the spur to her relief; and, if I don't arrive too late, confesses she loves me well enough to open the gates, and let me enter the town before him. There's her express, read it. HYPOLITA, FLORA, and TRAPPANTI appear in the Balcony. Hyp. Hark! they are talking of a mistress-let us observe. Flo. Trappanti, there's your old master. Trap. Ay, I know him again; but I may chance to tell him, he did not know a good servant when he had him. D. Ph. [Reads.] 'My father has concluded a match for me with one I never saw, and intends in two days to perfect it: the gentleman is expected every hour. In the mean time, if you know any friend that has a better title to me, advise him forthwith to put in his claim. I am almost out of my senses, which you will easily believe when I tell you, if such a one should make haste, I sha'n't have time to refuse him any thing.' Hyp. How is this? D. Phil. No name? Oct. She never would trust it in a letter. Flo. If this should be Don Philip's mistress } |