Hyp. We shall find him a little tough, I be- Hyp. And how soon it worked with him! fer, lieve: for, poor gentleman! he is like to meet if you please, says he, we'll let him see that we with a very odd reception from his father-in- have wit enough to do our business, and clap up law.

the wedding to-morrow morning. Flo. Nay, we have done his business there, I Flo. Ah, we have it all the way,

well, what believe.

must we do next? Hyp. How glibly the old gentleman swallowed Hyp. Why, now for the lady—I'll be a litde Trappanti's lie!

brisk upon her, and then Flo. And how rarely the rogue told it !

Flo. Victoria !




SCENE 1.-Continued.

Vil. Ha! the fool says true; I had better

wheedle him. Enter Viletta hastily, Don Manuel, and

[Aside TRAPPANTI behind, observing her.

Trap. My dear queen! don't be frighted

come as a friend; now, be serious. Vil. So, with much ado, I have given the old Vil. Well, what would you have? Don the slip; he has dangled with me through Trap. Don't you love money above any thing every room in the house, high and low, up stairs in the world-except one ? and down, as close to my tail as a great boy han- Vil. I except nothing. kering after one of his mother's maids. Well- Trap. Very good-and pray, how many letters now we will see what monsieur Octavio says. do you expect to be paid for when Octavio has

[Takes a letter from her bosom. married your mistress, and has no occasion to Trap. Hist! there she is, and alone. When write to her? Look you, child, though you are of the devil has any thing to do with a woman, sir, counsel for him, use him like a lawyer; make that's his time to take her. Stand close.

difficulties where there are none, that he may D. Man. Ah, he's at work already—there's a fee you where he needs not. Dispatch is out of letter,

practice; delay makes long bills: stick to it; Trap. Leave her to me, sir; I'll read it. once get him his cause, there's no more advice to

Vil. Ha, two pistoles ! well, I'll say that for be paid for. him, the man knows his business; his letters al- Vil. What do you mean? ways come post-paid.

Trap. Why, that, for the same reason, I have [While she is reading, TRAPPANTI steals be- no mind to put an end to my own fees by mar

hind, and looks over her shoulder.] rying my inaster : while they are lovers, they wil * Dear Viletta, convey the inclosed immediate always have occasion for a confidant and a pimp; ly to your mistress, and, as you prize my life, but when they marry-sérviteur-good nigbt use all possible means to keep the old gentle | vails; our harvest is over. What d'ye think of man from the closet, till you are sure she is me, now? safe out of the window. Your real friend.' Vil. Why, I like what you say very well; but Trap. Octavio!

I don't know, my friend—to me that same face

(Reuding. of yours looks like the title-page to a whole ra Vil. Ah!

lume of roguery—what is it you drive at?

[Shrieking Trap. Money, money, money! Don't you let Trap. Madam, your ladyship's most humble your mistress marry Octavio : I'll do my best servant.

to hinder my master. Let you and I lay our Vil. You're very impertinent, methinks, to look heads together to keep them asunder, and so over other people's letters.

make a penny of them all three. Trap. Why, I never read a letter in


life Vil. Look you, seignior, I'll meet you balf way, without looking it over.

and confess to you I had made a rough draught Vil. I don't know any business you had to look of this project myself: but say I should agree

with you to go on upon't, what security can you Trap. There's the thing—your not knowing give me for performance of articles ? that, has put you into this passion.

Trap. More than bond or judgment-my perVil. You may chance to have your bones son in custody. broke, Mr Coxcomb.

Vil. Ah, that won't do. Trúp. Sweet honeycomb! don't be so wasp- Trap. No, my love! why, there's many a ish; or, if I keep your counsel, d’ye see, I don't sweet bit in it-taste it. kuow why my bones may’nt keep their places ; [Offering to kiss her, she puts him away. but if I peach, whose bones will pay for it, Vil. No. then?

Trap. Faith, you must give me one.

upon this.

me, child.

Vil, Indeed, my friend, you are too ugly for ( do to me-make a friend of me-you see, sir, I me; though I am not handsome myself, I love dare be an enemy. to play with those that are.

D. Man. Nay, thou dost not want courage ; Trap. And yet, methinks, an honest fellow, of I'll say that for thee; but is it possible any thing my size and complexion, in a careless posture, can make thee honest? playing the fool thus with his money

Vil. What do you suppose would make me [Tosses a purse, she catches it, and he kisses otherwise ? her.

D. Man. Money. Vil. Pshaw! Well, if I must, come, then- Vil. You have nicked it, to see how a woman may be deceived at first D. Man. And would the same sum make thee sight of a man!

surely one as t'other? Trap. Nay, then, take a second thought of Vil. That I cannot say, neither; one must be

(Again. heavier than t’other, or else the scale cannot D. Man. Ha! this is laying their heads toge-turn. ther indeed!

D. Man. Say it be so, would that turn thec [Behind. into my

interest? Vil. Well, now get you gone; I have a letter Vil. The very minute you turn into mine, sir : to give to my mistress. Slip into the garden— judge yourself, here stands Octavio with a letI'll come t'ye presently.

ter, and two pieces to give it to my mistress Trap. Is’t from Octavio?

there stand you with a hem! and four piecesVil. Pshaw! beyone, I say.

where would the letter go, d'ye think?

Snatches the letter. D. Man. There needs no more-I'm convinTrap. Hist!

ced, and will trust thee-there's to encourage [Trappanti beckons Don Manuel, who thee before-hand, and, when thou bringest me a goes softly behind.

letter of Octavio's, I'll double the sum. Vil. Madam! madam! ha!

Vil. Sir, I'll do it—and will take care he shall D. Man. Now, strumpet, give me the other write presently. letter, or I'll murder you.

[Aside. (Draws. D. Man. Now, as you expect I should helieve Vil. Ah lud! oh lud! there!

you, begone, and take no notice of what I have

[Squeaking. discovered. D. Man. Now, we shall see what my gentle- Vil. I am dumb, sirman would be at- -[Reads.)— My dear angel!

(Erit Viletta. -Ha! soft and impudent !

-Depend upon me D. Man. So, this was done like a wise geneat the garden door, by seven this evening : pity ral: and, now I have taken the counterscarp,

my impatience, and believe you can never come there may be some hopes of making the town ca• too soon to the arms of your

pitulate. Rosara! OCTAVIO.

[Unlocks the closct. Ah! now would this rampant rogue make no more of debauching my gentlewoman, than the

Enter Rosara. gentlewoman would of him, if he were to de- Ros. Did you call me, sir ? bauch her. Hold-let's see; what does he say D. Mun. Ay, child. Come, be cheerful ; here-un-um!

what I have to say to you, I'm sure ought to

[Reads to himself: make you so. Vil. What a sot was I to believe this old fool Ros. He has certainly made some discovery; durst, do me any harm! but a fright's the devil. Viletta did not cry out for nothing-What shall Would I had ny letters again !-though 'tis no I do-dissemble ?

[Aside. great matter : for, as my friend Trappanti says, D. Man. In one word, set your heart at rest, delaying Octavio's business is doing my own. for shall

warry Don Philip this

very evening. D. Man. [Reading.] Um-um! sure she is Ros. That's but short warning for the gentlesafe out of the window. Oh, there the mine is man, as well as myself; for I don't know that we to be sprung, then! The gentleman makes a ever saw one another. How are you sure he warm siege on't, in troth, and, one would think, will like me? was in a fair way of carrying the place, while he D. Msan. Oh, as for that matter, he shall see has such an adınirable spy in the middle of the you presently ; and I have made it his interest town. Now, were I to act like a true Spaniard, to like you—but if you are still positively resolvI ought to rip up this jade for more intelligence; ed upon Octavio, I'll make but few words—pull but I'll be wise; a bribe and a lie will do my bu- off your clothes, and go to him. siness a great deal better. Now, gentlewoman, Ros. My clothes, sir! what do ye think, in your conscience, I ought to D. Man. Ay, for the gentleman shan't have a do to ye?

rag with you. Vil. What I think in my conscience, you'll not Ros. I am not in haste to be starved, sir.



Ros. So my



cy on him!

D. Man. Then let me see you put on your

Ros. The gentleman's very well, sir ; but, mebest airs, and receive Don Philip as you should thinks, he is a little too young for a husband. do.

D. Man. Young! a fiddle! you'll find him old Ros. When do you expect him, sir?

enough for a wife, I warrant ye. Sir, I must beg D. Man. Expect him, sir !-he has been here your pardon for a moment : but if you please, this hour I only staid to get you out of the sul- in the mean time, I'll leave you my daughter, Jens-He's none of your hum-drums—all life and so pray make your best of her. and mettle! 'Odzooks, he has the courage of a

[Erit Don Maxvel. cock ! a duel's but a dance to him : he has been Hyp. I thank ye, sir. (HYPOLITA stands some at sa! sa !-sa! for you already.

time mute, looks carelessly at Rosara, and she Ros. Well, sir, I shan't be afraid of his cou- smiles as in contempt of him.] Why, now, merage, since I see you are resolved he shall be the thinks, madam, you had as good put on a real man-He shall find me a woman, sir; let him win smile, for I am doomed to be the happy man, me and wear me as soon as you please.

you see, D. Man. Ah, now, thou art my own girl! hold


says, but in this humour one quarter of an hour, and Hyp. I'll take his word. I'll toss thee t'other bushel of doubloons into thy

Ros. A bold man- -but he'll break it, portion-Here, bid a–Come, I'll fetch him Hyp. He won't. myself-She's in a rare cue i'faith! ah, if he does Ros. He must. but pick her now!

[Exit Don Man. Hyp. Whether he will or no? Ros. Now, I have but one card to play--if Ros. He can't help it now. that don't hit, my hopes are crushed indeed: if Hyp. How so, pray? this young spark be not a downright coxcomb, ! Ros. Because he has promised you, you shall may have a trick to turn all yet-Dear fortune! marry me; and he has always promised me, I give him but common sense, I'll make it impossi- should marry the man I could love. ble for him to like me - Here they come

Hyp. Ay—that is, he would oblige you to love [Walks carelessly, and sings. the man you should marry. I'll rove and I'll range,

Ros. The man that I marry will be sure of my

love; but for the man that marries me Enter Don MANUEL and HYPOLITA. Hyp. I'll love and I'll change-(Sings with her. Hyp. No matter for that ; I'll marry you. D. Mun. Ah, he has her, he has her!

Ros. Come, I don't believe you are so illHyp. Madam, I kiss your ladyship’s hands : 1 natured. find, by your gaiety, you are no stranger to my Hyp. Why, dost thou not like me, child ? business. Perhaps you expected I should have Ros. Um-No. come in, with a grave bow and a long speech; Hyp. What's the matter? but my affairs are in a little more haste ; there- Ros. The old fault. fore, if you please, madam, we'll cut the work

Hyp. What? short; be thoroughly intimate at the first sight,

Ros. I don't like you. and see one another's humours in a quarter of Hyp. Is that all ? an hour, as well as if we had been weary of them Ros. No. this twelvemonth.

Hyp. That's hard the rest? D. Man. Ah!

Ros. That you won't like. Ros. Troth, sir, I think you are very much in Hyp. I'll stand it- -try me. the right. The sooner I see you, the sooner I Ros. Why, then, in short, I like another :shall know whether I like you or not.

another man, sir, has got into my head, and has Hyp. Psha! as for that matter, you'll find me made such work there, you'll never be able to a very fashionable husband; I shan't expect my set me to rights as long as you live—What d'ye wife to be very fond of me.

think of me now, sir? Won't this serve for a Ros. But I love to be in the fashion too, sir, reason why you should not marry me? in taking the man I have a mind to.

Hyp. Um—the reason is a pretty smart sort Hyp. Say you so ? why, then, take me as soon of a reason, truly: but it won't do—To be short as you please.

with ye, madam, I have reason to believe I shall Ros. I only stay for my mind, sir : as soon as be disinherited if I don't marry you. ever that comes to me, upon my word I'm ready Ros. And what have you reason to believe you to wait upon you.

shall be, if you do marry me? Hyp. Well, madam, a quarter of an hour shall Hyp. In the Spanish fashion, I suppose, jealbreak no squares-Sir, if you'll find an occa- ous to a degree. sion to leave us alone, I see we shall come to a Ros. You may be in the English fashion, and right understanding presently.

something else to a degree. D. Mun. I'll do it, sir. Well, child, speak in Hyp. Oh, if I have not courage enough to prefhy conscience, is not he a pretty fellow? vent that, madam, let the world think me, in the English city fashion, content to a degree. Now,, might have been suspected: your shewing me here in Spain, child, we have such things as back what a man of sense should hate, convinces me rooms, barred windows, hard fare, poison, dag- you know, too, what he ought to love; and she, gers, bolts, chains, and so forth.

that's once so well acquainted with the charms Ros. Ay, sir; and there are such things as of virtue, never can forsake it. I both admire bribes, plots, shams, letters, lies, walls, ladders, and 'love you now; you have made, what only keys, confidants, and so forth.

was my interest, my happiness. At my first view, Hyp. Hey! a very complete regiment indeed! I wood you only to secure a sordid fortune, whai a world of service might these do in a quar- which now I, overjoyed, could part with, nay, ter of an hour, with a woman's courage at the with my life, with any thing, to purchase your head of them! Really, madam, your dress and unrivalled heart, humour have the prettiest loose French air, Ros. Now I am plunged indeed! [Aside.] something so quality, that, let me die, madam, I Well, sir, I own you have discovered me; and, believe in a month I should be apt to poison ye. since you have obliged me to be serious, I now,

Ros. So, it takes ! [Aside.] And, let me die, from my sincerity, protest my heart's already sir, I believe I should be apt to deserve it of ye. given, from whence no power nor interest shall Hyp. I shall certainly do it.

recall it. Ros. It must be in my breakfast, then—for I Hyp. I hate my interest, and would owe no should certainly run aivay before the wedding-power or title, but to love. dinner came up.

Ros. If, as you say, you think I find a charm Hyp. That's over-acted; but I'll startle her. in virtue, you'll know, too, there's a charm in (Aside.] Then I must tell you, madam, a Spanish constancy. You ought to scorn me, should I husband may be provoked as well as a wife. Aatter you with hope, since now you are assured

Ros. My life on't, his revenge is not half so I must be false before I can be yours. If what sweet! and if she's provoked, 'tis a thousand to I have said seems cold, or too neglectful of your one but she licks her lips before she's nailed in merit, call it not ingratitude or scorn, but faith her coffin !

unmoved, and justice to the man I love. Hyp. You are very gay, madam.

Hyp. Death! I have fooled away my hopes : Ros. I see nothing to fright me, sir, for I can- she must consent, and soon, or yet I'm lost. not believe you'll marry me now I have told

(4 side. you my humour: if you like it, you have a good Ros. Ile seems a little thoughtful; if he has stomach.

honour, there may yet be hopes. [Aside. Hyp. Why, truly, you may probably lie a little Hyp. It must-it can be only so; that way I heavy upon it, but I can better digest you than make her sure, and serve my brother, too. (Aside.] poverty: As for your inclination, I'll keep your Well, madam, to let you see I'm a friend to love, body honest, however; that shall be locked up; though love's an enemy to me, give me but a and if


don't love me, then-I'll stab you. seeming proof that Octavio is the undisputed Ros. With what? your words ? it must be master of your heart, and I'll forego the power those you say after the priest, then—You'll be your father's obligations give me, and throw my able to do very little that will reach my heart, hopes into his arms with you. I assure ye.

Ros. Sir, you confound me with this goodness! Hyp. Well, well, madam, you need not give A proof! is it possible? will that content ye? yourself half this trouble; I am lieartily convin- Command me to what proof you please; or, if ced you will make the damned’st wife that ever you'll trust to my sincerity, let these tears of joy poor dog of a husband wished at the devil : but convince you. Here, on my knees, by all my really, madam, you are very unfortunate; for, hopes of peace, I swearnotwithstanding all the mighty pains you have Hyp. Hold! swear never to make a husband, taken, you have met with a positive coxcomb, but Octavio. that's still just tool and stont enough to marry Ros. I swear, and IIcaven befriend me as I you.

keep this vow inviolate ! Ros. "Twill be a proof of your courage, indeed. Hyp. Rise, madam; and now receive a secret

Hyp. Madam, you rally very well, 'tis confess which I need not charge you to be careful of, ed: but now, if you please, we'll be a little since, as well your quiet as my own depends upon serious.

it. A little common prudence between us, in all Ros. I think I am-What does he mean? probability, before night, may make us happy in

[ Aside. our secret wishes. Hyp. Come, come, this humour is as much af- Ros. What mean you, sir? sure you are some fected as my own: I could no more bear the angel sent to my deliverance. qualities you say you have, than I know you are Hyp. Truly, madam, I have been often told guilty of them : your pretty arts in striving to so; but, like most angels of my kind, there is a avoid, have charmed me. Had you been pre- mortal man in the world, who, I have a great cisely coy, or over-modest, your virtue, then, mind should know that I am--but a woman. VOL. II.

3 С

Ros. A woman! are not you Don Philip? could not ye give the poor girl a quarter of an

Hyp. His shadow, madam, no more; I just hour's warning? run before him-nay, and after him, too.

Hyp. My charmer! [Embracing Rosara. Ros. I am confounded a woman !

D. Man. Ah, my cares are over! Hyp. As arrant a woman, from top to toe, as Hyp. Oh, I told yon, sir ; hearts and tosas ever man run mad for.

are never too strong for a surprise. Ros. Nay, then, you are an angel.

D. Man. Prithee, be quiet, I hate the sight of Hyp. Perhaps, you'll think me little a kin to ye—Rosara! come hither, you wicked thing; one at least. Octavio, madam, your lover, is my come hither, I say. brother; my name Hypolita; my story you shall Ros. I am glad to see you well pleased, sir. know at leisure.

D. Man. Oh, I cannot live- I cannot live it; Ros. Hypolita! nay, then, from what you've it pours upon me like a torrent; I am as full as a said, and what I have heard Octavio say of you, bumperit runs over at my eyes; I shall I guess your story: but this was so extravagant chokeAnswer me two questions, and kill me a thought.

outright. Hyp. That's true, madam, it-it-it was a lit- Ros Any thing that will make you more pleatle round about, indeed; I might have found a sed, sir. nearer way to Don Philip; but these men are D. Man. Are you positively resolved to marry such testy things, they can never stay one's this gentleman? time; always in haste, just as they please; now Ros. Sir, I am convinced 'tis the first match we are to look kind, then grave; now soft, then that can make me happy. sincere_Fiddlestick! when, may be, a woman D. Man. I am the miserablest dog alive has a new suit of knots on her head-so, if we and I warrant you are willing to marry him tohappen not to be in their humour, forsooth, then morrow morning, if I should ask you? we coquette, and are proud and vain, and then Ros. Sooner, sir, if you think it necessary. they are to turn to fools, and tell us so ; then, D. Man. Oh, this malicious jade has a mind one pouts and the other huffs; and you see there to destroy me all at once Ye cursed toad ! is such a plague, that-I dou't know

-one how did you do to get in with her so? does not care to be rid of them neither.

[10 HYPOLITA Ros. A very generous confession !

Ros. Come, sir, take heart; your joy won't be Hyp. Well, mada:n, now you know me tho always so troublesome. roughly, I hope you'll think ine as fit for a hus- D. Man. You lie, hussy, I shall be plagued band as another woman.

with it as long as I live. Ros. Then I must marry ye?

Hyp. You must not live above two hours, then. Hyp. Aye, and speedily, too; for I expect Don

(Aside Philip every moment, and, if we don't look about D. Man. I warrant this raking rogue will get us, he will be apt to forbid the bands.

her with child, too—I shall have a young squab Ros. If he comes, what shall we do?

Spaniard upon my lap, that will so grandpapa Hyp. I am provided for him --Here comes me! Well, what want you, gloomy face? your father--he's secure. Come, put on a dumb, consenting air, and leave the rest to me.

Enter a Servant. Ros. Well, this getting the better of my wise Ser. Sir, here's a gentleman desires to speak papa won't be the least part of


with you; he says he comes from Seville.

D. Man. From Seville! Ha! prithee, let him Enter Don MANUEL.

go thither again—tell him, I am a little busy a

bout being overjoyed. D. Man. So, son, how does the battle go Hyp. My life on it, sir, this must be the fellow now? Have you cannonaded stoutly? Does she that my servant told you of, employed by Octacry quarter?

vio. Hyp. My dear father! let me embrace your D. Man. Very likely. knees; my life's too poor to make you a return; you have given me an empire, sir; I would not

Enter TRAPPANTI. change to be grand signior.

Trap. Sir, sir- News, news! D. Man. Ah, rogue ! he has done it, he has D. Mun. Aye, this fellow has a good merry done it; he has her ! ha! is't not so, my little face, now, I like him. Well, what dost thou champion ?

But, hold, sirrah! has any body Hyp. Victoria, sir ! the town's my own. Look told thee how it is with me? here! and here, sir! thus have I been plunder

Trap. Sir? ing this half hour; and thus, and thus, and thus, D. Man. Do you know, puppy, that I am reatill my lips ache again.

(Kisses her. dy to cry? D. Man. Ah! give me the great chair- Trap. Cry, sir! for what? cannot bear my joy--You rampant rogue! D. Man. Joy ! joy! you whelp; my cares

say, lad?

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