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Scene 3.
Enter Mingo alone.Mingo.
Where am I now!
But 'tis no wonder if I've lost my way,
My Master bad me near the Temple stay;
A place I seldom seek; The Donna's Road
To choose new Servants, and the newest Mode.
Where earthly Saints are pray'd to, those above
Sometimes are call'd on, in Intrigues of Love.
Where pious Dons with zealous Wives conspire,
To raise the fortunes of their Husbands higher.
I'th' Temple I was Christen'd, but my fear
Tells me! 'twill fall if I agen come there—
Hold, my Master!—
Enter Alonzo.
Alon.
What didst thou find the place?
Min.
Yes Sir, and saw your Friend, but thus it was;
After my hasty steps had found the dore,
All that I met, Nights silent liv'ry wore.
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Just like Don Fenise, sitting in a Chair.
Not that Don Fenise, who did use to be
The life of Mirth, and all good Company.
Not he, whose Soul was free as boundless Air,
Whose very name could chase away Despair.
Alon.
Rack me not with these delayes!
Min.
Sir I saw,
A form would make a frozen Tartar thaw,
And melt his rocky Heart th'rough weeping Eyes:
His heavy Head upon his Shoulder lies,
His crossed Arms supported by his Brest,
He had no motion, yet he had no rest.
His busie Eyes fix'd to the earth—in brief,
He was the lively shape of killing grief.
At last as if the Dream had had an end,
He cry'd, Alonzo! Where's my dearest Friend?
Then did I your approach and message tell,
That did his eager grief a while repel,
But Sorrow soon did repossess his Face;
As Currents' stop'd, more swiftly end their Race.
Alon.
It is not sure within the pow'r of Fate,
To cause those Wonders which thou dost relate.
His heart ne'r entertain'd the—boldest fear,
And how could base Despair find entrance there.
What ever cause such strange effects create,
I will avert, or help to bear his Fate.
True Friendship, like rich Diamonds, we mark,
Whose rayes are most resplendant in the dark.
Mingo! make haste, and sum up thy account,
Thy merits may to higher Service mount;
Yet I have alwayes us'd thee well—
Min.
Most true—
Alon.
And have I not been oft abus'd by you?
Your wild Debaucheries in ev'ry place,
Made me a mark of Scorn, and rude Disgrace.
I need not number up your Faults again,
Yet I resolv'd to bring thee back to Spain:
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[Kicks him, and gives him Money.
I'll pay thee less, and more than I do owe.
Min.
Ah Sir! I am a Rogue, but pray forgive—
Alon.
Forget your saucy Tricks, and Civil live,
Perhaps you may be mine, if you amend—
Exit Alonzo.
Min.
This Gold is dear—Well! go thy wayes old Friend!
Revenge sink deep, torment my injur'd—brest,
'Till on his Ruine I have built my rest.
How, turn honest! turn Beggar, give me Gold:
I'll think on Honesty when I grow old.
For feeble helpless Age it may be good,
'Tis but a dull disease in youthfull blood.
Among the modish French 'tis plain disgrace,
Some of our Signiors too come on apace;
When they take up, the Tradesman must not wait,
But hears the News, and has the courteous Hat,
Talks handsom Sense, is heard like a Divine;
Pray Mistre! stay and take a Glass of Wine—
But when he Dunns, and Cringes like a Slave,
Dam'ee! what would this paltry Fellow have?
Now I'm for any thing, all wayes I'll tread,
To find the path that does to Mischief lead.
Kick'd! and turn'd off! I am a Rogue I know,
But to my Master I was never so.
Cashier'd! and quite thrown by! well Don take heed,
Ere all be done, thy heart or mine shall bleed.
[Exit.
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