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SCENE. I.
A Hall.Enter Guzman and Farmosa.
Guz.
Nay, prethee Farmosa,
Far.
Avaunt Traytor, hang thy self false one.
Guz.
Nay, why in this fury?
Far.
Have I not reason, have I beheld thy Eyes.
This three days; did I yield up my Honour my unspotted Virginity?
Guz.
Of fifty years standing, an old dry'd Pumpkin.
Far.
To such an unworthy Perjur'd Villain, and no sooner obtain'd,
but slighted, like a Jugglers trick when 'tis discover'd.
Guz.
Indeed there was no great Conjuring in thine:
Far.
I could keep nothing from you, told you my Love, and gave
you my Love; what tho' I did languish for you, must I reveal it like a
fool, could I not keep it to my self? Ah wo be to those that make their
Secrets known, so I say. Time was that the Cock should never wake
the Morning, nor the Owl welcome Night, but Farmosa should be visited;
But now I am laid by, like an old Deed, which when once prov'd
is Examin'd no more.
Guz.
These Stale Maids are so Amorous; Why I have been out of
Town Farmosa, my Master has had bus'ness for me, to prepare things
for his Wedding, which I suppose may be unspoke again, or else I would
no more have been from thee, then a Gander from his Goose when she's
a hatching.
Far.
Go, go, 'tis False, my Fondness has made you loath me.
Loath thee, thy voice is sweeter then the Early Lark's, (and
shriller,) Thy breath's as fragrant as a foggy Morning; Thy cheeks
appear like Roses (Dryed for Cakes) And Dimples like the Hollows
of two Ovens; Thou art all over Admirable (ugly)
Far.
Away, away, you flatter me
[pats him on the Cheek]
Guz.
By this, and this, I speak my Soul.
Far.
And will you always love me?
Guz.
Hum—
[Huggs her.]
Now tell me my Farmosa,
The reason of this breach between our Family.
Far.
Why know you not the quarrell 'twixt my Master and your
own?
Guz.
Ah, but is that all the Cause?
Far.
All that I know of.
Guz.
Has not our Lady think you some aversion to the Person of my
Master, has she not seen a Stranger whose Gay Demeanour and Accomplishments
has plaid the Cupid in her heart.
Far.
What mean you?
Guz.
Nay my Farmosa, if thou lov'st, be Reall, is there a Secret I
would keep from thee, by this there is not.
[kisses]
Far.
I never see you but for Information, and you are as short in
your visits as an Eminent Physitian, I am the Pulse by whose beating
you find out my Mistrisses Inclinations, and when you once know the
state of her Body never Enquire after mine.
Guz.
This night I'le give thee proof of my Enquiry,
But prithee tell me, has not our Spanish Dame
Some Longings for an English Breed?
Fra.
Why truly I guess some such thing, but have no positive
Demonstration.
Guz.
Does she not seem to be in Love?
Fra.
How seem?
Guz.
Does she not sigh and covet being alone, make Contrary Answers
sometimes to Questions; Does she not slight her meat; and with
her Knife scratch figures on her plate, mince her fruit small, then toss
it up and down, fancy strange things it'h fire and in the Clouds, blush
if she hears an Englishman but mention'd, does she not read Romances,
and delight much in standing at the window of an evening, cry sometimes
to thee Oh Farmosa, then stop as if she had forgot her self, Complain
she cannot sleep, and of odd Dreams.
Fra.
Why, are these signs of Love?
Guz.
O Great ones:
Fra.
Then surely I am so:
Guz.
Pox on thy observation.
For I can sit and sigh a whole day long, fancy strange things
i'th fire, love standing at the window, love reading of Amours, there
are but two things we differ in.
Guz.
Prithee what are they?
Fra.
Why I eat heartily and sleep soundly:
Guz.
Thy sighs will never give thee the Chollick,
But tell me did'st never observe any of this in her?
Fra.
Why truly I have, and if I see you to night, I'le take care to
get it out of her: not but I know it already, but the Rogue will balk
me anon if I tell him now.
Guz.
Wilt thou be Diligent?
Fra.
As a knave for an Employment: Go at ten, I'le wait at the little
Back-garden, here take the key, you must go out that way, for it
you are seen it may cost your Bruises some Brandy:
I'm call'd, Adieu.
[why Farmosa within
Guz.
One word, hast thou no little Sum to spare thy Lover, no trifling
Doubloon, no Idle Pistol.
Far.
What pay before-hand Signior:
[Exit running
Guz.
'Tis so, she loves this Stranger, and anon I shall know all:
Tis a fine Life we serving-men do Lead:
Our Masters take the Mistris, we the Maid:
If Ladys you'l not have your secrets known;
Keep us asunder or your work's soon done:
[Exit.
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