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Isa. Oh! hear me, sir; hear me but speak now, and the whole when I die, but provided she one word :

marries this yentleman; else by St Iago I'll turn Do not destroy my everlasting peace;

her out of doors to beg or starve. Tell her this, My soul abhors this Spaniard you have chose, Mr Meanwell; pray do,

(Walks off Nor can I wed him without being curst.

Sir Geo. Ha ! this is beyond expectationSir Jeal. How's that!

Trust to me, sir; I'll lay the dangerous conseIsa. Let this posture move your tender na- quence of disobeying you at this juncture before ture.

[Kneels. | her, I warrant you. For ever will I hang upon these knees,

Cha. A sudden joy runs through my heart, like Nor loose my hands, till you cut off my hold, a propitious omen.

[Aside. If you refuse to hear me, sir.

Sir Geo. Come, madam, do not blindly cast Cha. Oh! that I could discover myself to her! your life away, just in the moment you would

[Aside. wish to save it. Sir Geo. Have a care what you do: you had Isa. Pray, cease your trouble, sir; I have no better trust to his obstinacy.

[Aside. wish but sudden death to frce ne from this haSir Jeal. Did you ever see such a perverse ted Spaniard. If you are his friend, inform him slut? Off, I say. 'Mr Meanwell, pray help me a what I say; my heart is given to another youth, bule.

whom I love with the same strength of passion Sir Geo. Rise, madam, and do not disoblige that I hate this Diego, with whom, if I am forced your father, who has provided a husband worthy to wed, my own hand shall cut the Gordian knot. of you; one that will love you equal with his soul, Sir Geo. Suppose this Spaniard, whom you and one that you will love, when once you know strive to shun, should be the very inan to whom him.

you'd fy? Isa. Oh! never, never !

Isa. Ia! Could I suspect that falsehood in my heart, Sir Geo. Would you not blame your rash reI would this moment tear it from my breast, solve, and cúrse your eyes that would not look And straight present him with the treacherous on Charles ? part.

Isa. On Charles ? Oh! you have inspired new Cha. Oh! my charming, faithful dear! life, and collected every wandering sense. Where

[Aside. is he? Oh ! let me fly into his arms. [Rises. Sir Jeal. Falsehood ! why, who the devil are Sir Geo. Hold, hold, hold ! 'Sdeath:! madlam, you in love with? Don't provoke me ; for, by St you'll ruin all! Your father believes him to be lago, I shall beat you, housewife.

signior Babinetto. Compose yourself a little, Cha. Heaven forbid! for I shall infallibly dis- pray, madam. (He runs to Sir JEALOUS. cover myself if he should.

Cha. Her eyes declare she knows ine. Sir Geo. Have patience, madam, and look at

[Aside. him: why will ye prepossess yourself against a Sir Geo. She begins to hear reason, sir; the man, that is master of all the charms you would fear of being turned out of doors has done it. desire in a husband.

[Runs back to Isabinda. Sir Jeal. Ay, look at him, Isabinda. Senhor Isa. "Tis he! Oh, my ravished soul!. pase vind adelante.

Sir Geo. Take heed, madam, you don't betray Cha. My heart bleeds to see her grieve, whom yourself. Seem with reluctance to consent, or I imagined would with joy receive me. Senhora you are undone.-[Runs to Sir Jealous.obligue me vuestra merced de sa mano.

Speak gently to her, sir; I'm sure she'll yield; I Sir Jeal. (Pulling up her head.] Hold up your see it in her face. bean, hold op your head, hussy, and look at him. Sir Jeal. Well, Isabinda, can you refuse to Is there a properer, handsomer

, better shaped, bless a father, whose only care is to make you fellow in England, ye jade you? Ha! see, see happy, as Mr Meanwell has informed you ? the obstinate baggage shuts her eyes; by St Lago Come, wipe thy eyes; nay, prithee, do, or thou I hsve a good mind to beat them out.

wilt break thy father's heart. Sce, thou briny'st

[Pushes her down. the tears in mine, to think of thy undutiful carIsab. Do then, sir, kill me; kill me instantly; riage to me.

[Weeps. Tis much the kinder action of the two,

Isa. Oh, do not weep, sir! your tears are like For 'twill be worse than death to wed him. a poignard to my soul. Do with me what you

Sir Geo. Sir Jealous, you are too passionate. please ; I am all obedience. Give me leave; I'll try, by gentle words, to work Sir Jeal. Ha! then thou art my child again. her to your purpose.

Sir Geo. 'Tis done; and now, friend, the day's Sir Jeal. I pray do, Mr Meanwell, I pray do ;| thy own. she'll break my heart. (Weeps.] There is, in that, "Cha. The happiest of my life, if nothing interjewels of the value of three thousand pounds, vene. which were her mother's; and a paper, wherein Sir Jea. And wilt thou love him? I bave settled one half of my estate upon her Isa. I will endeavour it, sir.

manos,

ter to you.

vant.

Enter a Servant.

SCENE III.-Changes to the inside of the

house, Ser. Sir, here is Mr Tackum. Sir Jeal. Shew him into the parlour. Senhor

Enter MARPLOT and servant. tome vind sueipora; cette momento les junta les Ser. Sir, please to stay here; I'll send my mas

Erit. [Gives her to CHARLES. Mar, So, this was a good contrivance. If this Cha. Oh, transport! Senhor, yo la recibo como be Charles now, he will wonder how I found him se deve un tesoro tan grande. Oh! my joy, my out. life, my soul !

Embrace.

Enter servant and SIR JEALOUS. Isa. My faithful, everlasting comfort !

Sir Jeal. What is your earnest business, blockSir Jeal. Now, Mr Meanwell, let's to the par- head, that you must speak with me before the son,

ceremony's past ? Ila! who's this?

Ser. Why, this gentleman, sir, wants another Who, by his art, will join this pair for life, gentleman in a Spanish habit, he says. Make me the happiest father, her the happiest Sir Jeal. In a Spanish habit ! 'tis some friend wife.

[Exeunt. of signior Don Diego's, I warrant. Sir, your ser

Mar. Your servant, sir, SCENE II.-Changes to the street before SIR

Sir Jeal. I suppose you would speak with sig. JEALOUS's door.

nior Babinetto.

Mar. Sir!
Enter MARPLOT.

Sir Jeal. I say, I suppose you would speak

with signior Babinetto. Mar. I have hunted all over the town for Mar. Hey day! What the devil does he say Charles, but cannot find him; and, by Whisper's now ? Sir, I don't understand you. scouting at the end of the street, I suspect he Sir Jeal. Don't you understand Spanish, sir? must be in the house again. I am informed, too, Mar. Not I, indeed, sir. that he has borrowed a Spanish habit out of the Sir Jeal. I thought you had known signior Baplay-liouse : what can it mean?

binetto.

Mar. Not I, upon my word, sir. Enter a servant of Sir JEALOUS's to him, out of

Sir Jeal. What then, you'd speak with his the house.

friend, the English merchant, Mr Meanwell?

Mar. Neither, sir, not I; I don't mean any Hark'e, sir, do you belong to this house?

such thing. Ser. Yes, sir.

Sir Jeal. Why, who are you, then, sir? And Mar. Isn't your name Richard !

what do you want? [In an angry tone. Ser. No, sir, Thomas,

Mar. Nay, nothing at all'; not I, sir. Pox on Mar. Oh, aye, Thomas -Well, Thomas, him! I wish I were out; he begins to exalt his there's a shilling for you.

voice; I shall be beaten again. Ser. Thank you, sir.

Sir Jeal. Nothing at all, sir ! Why, then, what Mar. Pray, Thomas, can you tell if there be a business have you in my house? ha! gentleman in it in a Spanish habit?

Ser. You said you wanted a gentleman in & Ser. There's a Spanish gentleman within, that Spanish habit. is just a-going to marry my young lady, sir. Mar. Why, aye; but his name is neither Babi

Mar. Are you sure he is a Spanish gentle- netto nor Meanwell. man?

Sir Jeal. What is his name, then, sirrah? Ha! Ser. I'm sure he speaks no English that I hear Now I look at you again, I believe you are the of.

rogue that threatened me with half-a-dozen myrMar. Then that cannot be him I want; for midons'tis an English gentleman that I inquire after; Mar. Me, sir! I never saw your face in all he may be dressed like a Spaniard, for aught I my life, before. know,

Sir Jeal, Speak, sir, who is it you look for? Ser. Ha! Who knows but this may be an im- or, or postor? I'll inform my master; for, if he should Mar. A terrible old dog! Why, sir, only an be imposed upon, he'll beat us all round.—[ Aside.] honest young fellow of my acquaintance

-I --Pray, come in, sir, and see if this be the per- thought that here might be a ball, and that he son you inquire for.

might have been here in masquerade.

Tis Nlar. Aye, I'll follow you Now for't. Charles, sir Francis Gripe's son, because I knew

[Exeunt. he used to come hither sometimes.

Sir Jeal. Did he so? not that I know of, I'm Sir Jeal. No, you don't know your son, there, sire. Pray Heaven that this be Don Diego-If in a Spanish habit ? I should be tricked now-Ha! my heart misgives Sir Fran. How! my son in a Spanish habit! me plaguils_Within there! stop the marriage- Sirrah, you'll come to be hanged. Get out of Rui, strah; call all my servants! I'll be satisfied sight, ye dog! get out of my sight! that this is signior Pedro's son, ere he has my Sir Jeal. Get out of your sight, sir! get out daughter.

with your bays. Let's see what you'll give him Mer. Ha! Sir George! What have I done, now, to maintain my daughter on. DA?

Sir Fran. Give him! he shall never be the Enter Sir GEORGE, with a drawn suord, be

better for a penny of mine-and you might have

looked after your daughter better, sir Jealous.tween the scenes.

Tricked, quotha! Egad, I think you designed to Sir Geo. Ha! Marplot here—oh, the unlucky trick me: but, look ye, gentlemen, I believe I dog! - What's the matter, sir Jealous ?

shall trick you both. This lady is my wife, do Sir Jeal. Nay, I don't know the matter, Mr you see, and my estate shall descend only to the Meanwell.

heirs of her body. Mar. Upon my soul, sir George

Sir Geo. Lawfully begotten by me, I shall be [Going up to Sir GEORGE. extremely obliged to you, sir Francis. Sir Jeal. Nay, then, I'm betrayed, ruined, un Sir Ha, ha, ha, ha! Poor sir George! done! Thieves, traitors, rogues !--[Offers to go You see your prospect was of no use; does not in stop the marriage, I say,

your hundred pound stick in your stomach? Ha, Su Geo. I say, go on, Mr Tackum. Nay, no ha, ha! entering bere; 1 guard this passage, old gentle Sir Geo. No, faith, sir Francis; this lady has man : the act and deed were both your own, and given me a cordial for that. ril see them signed, or die for't.

[Takes her by the hand.

Sir Fran. Hold, sir, you have nothing to say Enter Sertant.

to this lady. Sir Jeal. A pox on the act and deed! Fall on, Sir Geo. Nor you nothing to do with my wife, knock him down.

sir. Sir Geo. Aye, come on, scoundrels! I'll prick Sir Fran. Wife, sir? Four jackets for you.

Mir. Aye, really, guardian, 'tis even so. I So Jeal. Zounds! sirrah, I'll be revenged on hope you'll forgive my first offence. you.

[Beats MARPLOT. Sir Fran. What! Have you choused me out Sir Geo. Aye, there your vengeance is due. of my consent, and your writings, then, mistress, Ha, ha, ha!

ha? Mar. Why, what do you beat me for? I han't Mir. Out of nothing but my own, guardian. married your daughter.

Sir Jeal. Ha, ha, ha! 'tis some comfort, at Sir Jeal. Rascals ! Why don't you knock himn least, to see you are over-reached as well as mydown?

self. Will you settle your estate upon your son Ser. We are afraid of his sword, sir; if you'll now? take that from him, we'll knock bim down pre Sir Fran. He shall starve first. sntly.

Mir. That I have taken care to prevent.There, sir, are the writings of your

uncle's estate, Enter CHARLES and ISABINDA.

which have been your due these three years. Sir Jeal. Seize her, then !

[Gives CHARLES papers. Cha. Rascals! retire; she's my wife; touch Cha. I shall study to deserve this favour. ber if you dare; I'll make dog's meat of you. Mar. Now, how the devil could she get those

Mar. Aye, I'll make dog's meat of you, ras writings, and I know nothing of it! cals!

Sir Fran. What, have you robbed me too, Sir Jeal. Ah! downright English----Oh, oh, mistress ! Egad, I'll make you restore them ob, ob !

hussy, I will so. Enter Sie Francis Gripe, MIRANDA, Patch, arrears, sir. "Tis well 'tis no worse, since ʼtis no

Sir Jeal. Take care I don't make you pay the SCENTWELL, and Whisper.

better. Come, young man, seeing thou hast outSir Fran. Into the house of joy we enter, witted me, take her, and bless you both! without knocking — Ha! I think 'tis the house Cha. I hope, sir, you'll bestow your blessing, of sorrow, sir Jealous.

too; 'tis all I ask.

[Kneels. Sir Jeal. Oh, sir Francis, are you come? what! Mar. Do, Gardy, do. was this your contrivance, to abuse, trick, and Sir Fran. Confound you all! chouse me out of my child?

[Erit Sir FRANCIS. Sir Fran. My contrivance! What do you Mar. Mercy upon us, how he looks! Dean?

Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ha! ne'er mind his curses,

Charles; thou'lt thrive not one jot the worse for Patch. Your humble servant begs leave to rethem. Since this gentleman is reconciled, we are mind you, madam. all made happy:

Isa. Sir, I hope you'll give me leave to take Sir Jeal. I always loved precaution, and took Patch into favour again. care to avoid dangers; but, when a thing was past, Sir Jeal. Nay, let your husband look to that; I ever had philosophy to be easy,

I have done with my care. Cha. Which is the true sign of a great soul. I Cha. Her own liberty shall always oblige me. loved your daughter, and she me; and you shall Here's nobody but honest Whisper and Mrs have no reason to repent her choice.

Scentwell, to be provided for, now. It shall be Isa. You will not blame me, sir, for loving my left to their choice to marry, or keep their serown country best.

vices. Mar So, here's every body happy, I find, but Whis. Nay, then, I'll stick to my master. poor Pilgarlick. I wonder what satisfaction I Scent. Coxcomb! and I prefer my lady beshall have for being cuffed, kicked, and beaten in fore a footman.

Sir Jeal. Hark! I hear the music; the fiddlers Sir Jeal. I have been a little too familiar with smell a wedding. What say you, young fellows, you, as things are fallen out; but, since there's no will you have a dance ? help for't, you inust forgive me.

Sir Geo. With all my heart; call them in. Mar, Egad, I think so—but, provided that you be not so familiar for the future.

[A Dance.] Sir Geo. Thou hast been an unlucky rogue. Sir Jeal. Now, let us in, and refresh ourselves Mar. But very honest.

with a cheerful glass, in which we'll bury all aniCha. That l'il vouch for, and freely forgive mosities: and, thee.

Sir Geo. And I'll do you one piece of service By my example let all parents move, more, Marplot; I'll take care that sir Francis And never strive to cross their childrens' love. make you master of your estate.

But still submit that care to Providence above, Mar. That will make me as happy as any of

(Exeunt omnes. you.

your service!

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SCENE I.-A Street.

ting till the public news gave him an account of

Antonio's health. Letters might be intercepted, Enter Don Lopez, meeting FREDERICK.

and the place of his abode discovered. Fred. My Lord, Don Lopez !

Fred. Your caution was good, my lord. Though Lop. How d'ye, Frederick?

I am impatient to hear from Felix, yet his safety Fred. At your Lordship’s service. I am glad is my chief concern. Fortune has maliciously to see you look so well, my lord. I hope An- struck a bar between us in the affairs of life, but tonio's out of danger?

she has done me the honour to unite our souls. Lop. Quite contrary; his fever increases, they Lop. I am not ignorant of the friendship betell me; and the surgeons are of opinion his tween my son and you: I have heard him comwound is mortal.

mend your morals, and lament your want of noFred. Your son, Don Felix, is safe, I hope? ble birth.

Lop. I hope so, too; but they offer large re Fred. That's nature's fault, my lord. It is wards to apprehend him.

some comfort not to owe one's misfortunes to Fred. When beard your lordship from him? one's self; yet it is impossible not to regret the Lop. Not since he went: I forbade him wri- want of noble birth.

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