O. Death! daggers! blood! confusion! and ten thousand furies!

Vil. Heyday! what's all this for?

O. My brains are turned, Viletta.

Vil. Ay, by my troth, so one would think, if one could but believe you had any at all: if you have three grains, I'm sure you cann't but know her compliance with this match must give her a little liberty; and can you suppose she'd desire to see you an hour hence, if she did not design to make use of it?

Oa. Use of it! death! when the wedding's over? Vil. Dear sir, but the bedding won't be over, and I presume that's the ceremony you have a mind to be master of.

0&. Don't flatter me, Viletta.

Vil. Faith, sir, I'll be very plain: you are to me the dullest person I ever saw in my life; but if you have a mind, I'll tell her you won't come.

Oct. No, don't say so, Viletta.

Vil. Then, pray, sir, do as she bids you; don't stay here to spoil your own sport; you'll have the old gentleman come thundering down upon ye by and bye, and then we shall have ye at your ten thousand furies again.-Hist I here's company; good-bye to ye. [Exit Vil. "Oct. How now, what's the meaning of this ?”

Enter Don PHILIP, his Sword drawn, and TRAPPANTI. D. Ph. Come, sir, there's no retreating now; this you must justify.

Trap. Sir, I will, and a great deal more; but, pray, sir, give me leave to recover my courage-I protest the keen looks of that instrument have quite frighted it away. Pray, put it up, sir.

D. Ph. Nay, to let thee see I had rather be thy friend than enemy, I'll bribe thee to be honest. Discharge thy conscience like a man, and I'll engage to make these five ten pieces.

Enter a Servant.

Trap. Sir, your business will be done effectually. D. Ph. Here, friend, will ye tell your master I desire to speak with him?

08. Don Philip !

D. Ph. Octavio! this is fortunate indeed I-the only place in the world I would have wished to have found you in.

O&. What's the matter?

D. Ph. You'll see presently.-But, pr'ythee, how stands your affair with your mistress?

O&. The devil take me if I can tell ye-I don't know what to make of her; about an hour ago she was for scaling walls to come at me; and this minute -whip, she's going to marry the stranger I told you of; nay, confesses too it is with her own consent; and yet begs by all means to see me as soon as her wedding's over.-Is not it very pretty?

Re-enter a Servant.

D. Ph. Something gay indeed.

Serv. Sir, my master will wait on you presently.

Oct. But the plague on't is, my love cannot bear this jesting. Well, now, how stands your affair? have you seen your mistress yet?

D. Ph. No, I cann't get admittance to her.

Ott. How so?

D. Ph. When I came to pay my duty here to the old gentleman

Oct. Here!

D. Ph. Ay, I found an impudent young rascal here before me, that had taken my name upon him, robbed me of my portmanteau, and by virtue of some papers there, knew all my concerns to a title: he has told a plausible tale to her father, faced him down that I'm an impostor, and if I don't this minute prevent him, is going to marry the lady.

Oct. Death and hell! [Aside.] What sort of fellow was this rascal?

D. Ph. A little pert coxcomb: by his impudence and dress I guess him to be some French page. "Oct. A white wig, red coat

"D. Ph. Right; the very picture of the little "Englishman we knew at Paris."

Oa. Confusion! my friend at last my rival tooYet hold-my rival is my friend; he owns he has not seen her yet

D. Ph. You seem concerned.

[Aside.

Oct. Undone for ever, unless dear Philip's still my friend.

D. Ph. What's the matter?

"0Я. Be generous, and tell me, have I ever yet "deserved your friendship?

"D. Ph. I hope my actions have confessed it."

Oct. Forgive my fears, and since 'tis impossible you can feel the pain of loving her you are engaged to marry, not having (as you own) yet ever seen her, let me conjure you, by all the ties of honour, friendship, and pity, never to attempt her more.

D. Ph. You amaze me!

Qa. 'Tis the same dear creature I so passionately dote on.

D. Ph. Is it possible? Nay then, be easy in thy thoughts, Octavio; and now I dare confess the folly of my own: I'm not sorry thou art my rival here. In spite of all my weak philosophy, I must own the secret wishes of my soul are still Hypolita's.—I know not why, but "yet methinks the unaccountable re"pulses I have met with here, look like an omen of "some new though far distant hope of her."-I cann't help thinking that my fortune still resolves, spite of her cruelty, to make me one day happy.

Oct. Quit but Rosara, I'll engage she shall be yours.

D. Ph. Not only that, but will assist you with my life to gain her: I shall easily excuse myself to my father for not marrying the mistress of my dearest friend.

Ott. Dear Philip, let me embrace you.—But how shall we manage the rascal of an impostor Suppose you run immediately and swear the robbery against him?

D. Ph. I was just going about it, but accidentally meeting with this fellow, has luckily prevented me, who, you must know, has been chief engineer in the contrivance against me, but between threats, bribes, and promises, has confessed the whole roguery, and is now ready to swear it against him: so because I understand the spark is very near his marriage, I thought this would be the best and soonest way to detect him.

Oct. That's right; the least delay might have lost all besides, I am here to strengthen his evidence, for I can swear that you are the true Don Philip. D. Ph. Right.

Trap. Sir, with humble submission, that will be quite wrong.

Oct. Why so?

Trap. Because, sir, the old gentleman is substantially convinced, that 'tis you who have put Don Philip upon laying this pretended claim to his daughter, purely to defer the marriage, that in the mean time you might get an opportunity to run away with her; for which reason, sir, you'll find your evidence will but fly in your face, and hasten the match with your rival.

D. Ph. Ha! There's reason in that-All your endeavours will but confirm his jealousy of me.

Oct. What would you have me do?

Trap. Don't appear at the trial, sir.

D. Ph. By no means; rather wait a little in the