The Successfull Straingers | ||
Scene Changes to the back-side of a Church.
Enter Silvio and Sancho.
Sil.
How goes the Evening, Sancho?
Sa.
Very nigh Sunset, Sir.
Sil.
Be on your Guard, this Country is not to be trusted late.
Sa.
I am provided Sir, Well-Weapon'd, and Well-fed,
Like a Town reliev'd I could sally furiously:
Sil.
The God of Day does so his Thetis hast,
In Clouds of Gold and shining purple dress'd,
Each labouring Husbandman its setting waits,
And to his course, but welcome home retreats:
The Drudging Oxen from their Yoaks are freed,
And scattering Ews which on the Mountains fed
Are by their Shepherds to Enclosures led;
Whilst the Gay Chirping Flutterers of the Air
To their own mossy Architects repair.
Sa.
Sir, Sir:
Sil.
What say'st thou?
Sa.
Does the Devill ever walk in these holy Countrys?
Sil.
I never saw him Sir.
Sa.
Sil.
Sa.
Sil.
Sa.
Sil.
Sa.
Enter Farmosa in a long black Veil, and strikes Sancho on the Shoulders.
Far.
Come with me Seignior!
Sa.
I am taken Sir, he has me,
Sil.
What are you?
Far.
Is you name Silvio?
Sil.
It is.
Far.
Follow me then to Dorothea.
Sil.
Thou hast mention'd one would Charm me any where.
Far.
Is not that your Servant?
Sil.
He is.
Far.
Take him he may be of use:
Sil.
Sancho.
[kicks him.
Sa.
Satan.
Sil.
Rise for shame, we are all Friends,
Why dost thou not speak?
[He rises and stares; Trembles, but cannot speak, and makes Signes to 'em to be gone.
Far.
His fright has lost his Speech; come on Sir.
Sil.
Where ever thou wilt lead.
A Priest crosses above the Stage, which Sancho seeing.
Exeunt.
Enter Silvio and Sancho.
Sil.
How goes the Evening, Sancho?
Sa.
Very nigh Sunset, Sir.
Sil.
Be on your Guard, this Country is not to be trusted late.
Sa.
I am provided Sir, Well-Weapon'd, and Well-fed,
Like a Town reliev'd I could sally furiously:
Sil.
The God of Day does so his Thetis hast,
In Clouds of Gold and shining purple dress'd,
Each labouring Husbandman its setting waits,
And to his course, but welcome home retreats:
The Drudging Oxen from their Yoaks are freed,
And scattering Ews which on the Mountains fed
Are by their Shepherds to Enclosures led;
Whilst the Gay Chirping Flutterers of the Air
To their own mossy Architects repair.
Sa.
Sir, Sir:
Sil.
What say'st thou?
Sa.
Does the Devill ever walk in these holy Countrys?
Sil.
I never saw him Sir.
Sa.
I thought he had practice enough in England to keep him from
Rambling.
Sil.
No Sancho, they tell us he's every where:
Sa.
I would not have left it, if I had thought so.
Sil.
Why?
Sa.
Because we believe we give the Devil the slip when we go to
another Country.
Sil.
Indeed.
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Ay, and that's the reason they say of our Gentry's Travelling
so much.
Enter Farmosa in a long black Veil, and strikes Sancho on the Shoulders.
Far.
Come with me Seignior!
Sa.
I am taken Sir, he has me,
Sil.
What are you?
Far.
Is you name Silvio?
Sil.
It is.
Far.
Follow me then to Dorothea.
Sil.
Thou hast mention'd one would Charm me any where.
Far.
Is not that your Servant?
Sil.
He is.
Far.
Take him he may be of use:
Sil.
Sancho.
[kicks him.
Sa.
Satan.
Sil.
Rise for shame, we are all Friends,
Why dost thou not speak?
[He rises and stares; Trembles, but cannot speak, and makes Signes to 'em to be gone.
Far.
His fright has lost his Speech; come on Sir.
Sil.
Where ever thou wilt lead.
A Priest crosses above the Stage, which Sancho seeing.
Exeunt.
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