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Scene 3.
Fenise's House.Enter Don Fenise alone.
Fen.
When giddy Fortune ceases to be coy,
The storms we past, increase our present joy.
But when her various Front grows black again,
That very joy adds to succeeding pain.
This day I have convers'd with each extream,
Despair is fix'd, hope vanish'd like a dream.
Ah Alcinda! why should I think on her,
On that ungrateful, cruel murtherer?
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That values not my constancy, nor Me—
Dispises all my Vows; yet could she prove
More cruel than her self, still I must love.
Enter Larasco fearfully, and shuts the dore after him.
Fen.
What means this saucy haste? what makes you run?
Lar.
O Sir! Sir! you are ruin'd! lost! undone!
Fly Sir! fly, the,—O—O—Of—Off—Officer—
Fen.
What Officer? pry'thee ask leave of fear
To tell the Cause—
Lar.
Oh Sir! they are at the dore—
That I had been but fairly kill'd before!
Now we shall be Hang'd; both, both Hang'd, I know't,
Methinks I feel the Slip about my Throat—
Good honest Dun! don't strain the Rope so hard—
O let a little time to pray be spar'd!—
Fen.
Villain! what ayles the fellow?—
Lar.
Dear Christian friends!
If you'll avoid such base, such shameful ends,
Beware of Wenching, and Ill company;
Wenching! 'tis Wenching brings me here to dye.
Curse on such folly—pry'thee let me pray;
One little minute!—Oh! he drives away—
Fen.
Nay if y'are going to take my blessing too—
This fear has made him mad; what wouldst thou do
Speak! where hast thou been!—
Lar.
Mercy good my Lord!
I ne'r had Courage to behold a Sword.
Fen.
Recall your sense, and tell me what you mean.
Lar.
Ah Sir! I ne'r shall have my Sense agen.
The dreadfull roaring Officers, without
Are sent to seize you, Look you all about.
Fen.
To seize me! for what?—
Lar.
They'l tell you if you stay—
Have you forgot the Man you kill'd to day?
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Is the man dead?—
Lar.
I! I! Sir! dead's a stone—
A happy, happy man, his Cares are done.
[Exeunt Fenise and Larasco.
Enter Alonzo.
Alon.
What am I like, the Servants fly me so?
I am resolv'd to find him e'r I go—
Don Fenise! Don Fenise!
[Exit Alonzo.
Enter Fenise and Larasco.
Lar.
Hark how they Roar!—
Pray Sir be gone before they force the dore.
Fen.
Rascal! go you, tell the Officious slaves,
Those that do enter here, do seek their graves.
I never fear'd thee death! thy fiercest brow
Cou'd ne'r disturb me; but th'art lovely now.
With greedy armes, such as glad Bridegrooms wear,
When full enjoyments drown their wooing fear,
I'll meet my Destiny, and hug my fate:
[Fenise. draws.
To end our Cares death alwayes comes too late.
Now will her scorn, now will my Love have end—
[A noise within, Alonzo forces the dore, and enters with his Sword drawn.
Here here's Fenise!
Alon.
Is't thus you meet your Friend?
Fen.
With my Alonzo, thus I will contend.
Fate I despise, and Love I will forget;
In spight of both I may be happy yet.
Welcome dear Friend!—
Alon.
But can my Fenise be
Still constant to that friendship vow'd to me?
Has not some nobler Object stole that part,
Alonzo once possest in Fenise heart?
Fen.
No more of this; Alonzo wrongs me much,
To think my Vows, or friendship can be such.
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That would not let me meet you on the Coast.
Alon.
I suffer'd stricter penance than was due,
For that which injur'd me much more than you.
When tedious absence had endear'd your sight,
And rais'd Impatience to the utmost height:
Yet then, then did I for admittance wait;
And now, you chide me 'cause I come so late.
When spight of Locks and Dores I made my way,
You interpos'd your Sword to make me stay.
I thought it some Inchanted House; for here
One Servant flies, another hides him there:
Scarce could I reach one with my doubting eyes,
But like some false deluding shade he flies;
At last I turn'd, and saw the armed Rout
Begin to march—
Lar.
'Twas time to look about.
Fen.
This way I made, how I got off you saw;
Unveil these Mysteries, what made you draw?
Alon.
Come Sir! I will inform you all within;
Discourse so sad, will soon enough begin.
Oh my Alonzo! That my whole Estate
Could call this Morning back; but 'tis too late.
[Exeunt Fenise, Alonzo and Larasco.
Enter Mingo and Leonella in the Street.
Min.
My Dear! this very Morning did my feet
Salute this ground; where all my wishes meet,
Finding my lovely Leonella here:
More beautiful than when I last did see her—
Leon.
Your old dissembling Tricks—
Min.
By th'light I see,
My love is dead to all the World, but thee.
Had spiteful Death extinguish'd thy dear light,
I had pursu'd thee to eternal Night.
Leon.
O fie on you men! for y'are all false—
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Look here, though men are false, Angels are true.
[Gives her Mony.
These, and some hundreds more are kept for you;
Pry'thee be mollify'd, Love made me trace
Ten thousand miles, to see thy pretty face.
Leon.
Since here we parted not, this can't be true.
Min.
That you liv'd here, by meer instinct I knew;
Divided wormes their parts will reunite,
Although the loving creatures have no sight.
But Nature did in me much stronger prove,
Assisted by my reason, and my Love.
Within thy breast I left my better part,
And now my body comes to find my heart.
Speak my dear Oracle! pronounce my Fate!
Leon.
Well, I'll consider on't—
Min.
Where shall I wait
To hear my Sentence? I'll attend thee home—
Leon.
O by no means; You must not thither come:
Our House to Men will no admittance give.
Min.
See thee I must, or else I cannot live—
Leon.
A Small disturbance we this morning made,
Has made my Master jealous of his shade.
Man, and Male-kind so mortally he hates,
His Malice doth extend to Dogs and Cats:
My Ladies Lapdog, and the Cat were found
Contriving of a Rape, and both were drown'd.
A Massacre's design'd against the Mice—
Min.
No way to cheat this Tyrant?—no device!
Leon.
No;—Yes there is, if you can counterfeit
An Eunuch handsomely, 'twill do the feat.
For some such property he'll entertain,
To guard his dore; lest men should come again—
Min.
An Eunuch! all your Sex will loath my sight,
More than She-Papists do a Lenten night.
And treat me, as the angry Welchmen prey
On Puppets, that affront Saint David's day:
Yet, I'll about it strait, that thou may'st see,
I dare do any thing to purchase thee.
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I'll pay thee Interest when we meet a Bed.
[Exit Mingo.
Leon.
Fie! fie! I hate you now—I must be coy,
Though he's sharp set, too easie Love will cloy:
Men are so Femaliz'd, so idle grown,
They court the Coy, and slight what may be won.
[Exit Leonella.
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