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SCENE. II.

The Backside of the City, near a Church.
Enter Silvio and Sancho.
Sil.
Either we have out-staid our time,
Or Darkness Creeps too hastily upon us,
Canst tell the hour, Sancho?

San.
It should be towards supper-time by the
Wambling Chimes of my Carkass, pox of this Love,
It starves the whole Family, and because your
Honour can dyet with Camelions, you
Think in manners we ought not to fare better.

Sil.
Art thou not asham'd of thy Gluttony?

San.
No, but I am of my Abstinence, this is fasting
Without doing Heaven any service; never
Did Love Monopolize like yours: Starving
Honour I have heard of, but this Effeminate
Punctilio is a disgrace to your Sex:
Nothing but sighing, and thinking, and walking
Discontentedly in Fields, as if the blood of a
Murder lay on your Conscience.

Sil.
Prethee hold thy idle Tongue:

San.
Would I had wherewithall to divert it otherways;
I am indebted to my stomach 3 meals, and can't
Get one to be bayl for me, good Sir think
Upon some means to pay something down
To stop his mouth a little, for I have Confess'd
A Judgment to hunger, and famine will
Serve an Execution on me.

Sil.
If thou mindst thy wife when thou hast one,
As much as thou dost thy belly, she'l have a good time on't.

San.
I'm sure If I don't mind that, she'l have an Ill
Time on't; you know no body now adays take
Houses with bare walls, wenscoat me well with
Beef, and it may recommend me to a good Tenent.

[Enter four Bravo's.]
Bra.

It must be he, for this is the time and place we were directed
to observe:

[Clock stricks nine]
Sil.
Strikes not this nine, Sancho?

San.
Yes sure it does:

Sil.
I'm right in my Appointment then.

Bra.
May I be so in mine, If this fail,
we must all fall on him

[Fires a Pistol but misses.
Sil.
Ha! art hurt Sancho?

San.
Not that I know of;

Sil.
Assist thy Master then:

San.
Against any thing but the Devill:

1 Bra.
Fall on:

[They fight and at last the Bravo's retire.
Sil.
Oh villains, this is Carlos's work:

San.
They give ground Sir.

Enter Carlos and Guzman as the Bravo's are retiring, and Joyns with 'em.
Carl.

Oh Cowardly Dogs! but think not Silvio thou
shalt escape me:

Sil.

'Tis like thee base and treacherous Carlos.

As Silvio and Sancto give ground
Enter Antonio and Joyns 'Em.
Ant.

Ha giving ground! for the weaker side, like
a true Champion.

They Fight and Guzman falls.
Guz.
So I am satisfyed.

San.
There's a rising-blow for you:

[Stabs at him.
Guz.
Dogs—

At last Carlos falls and the Bravos all run.
Guz.
Help, murder, murder:

Fran.
above.
Ha! what noyse is this, and just before my door?

Ant.
Who are you Sir, and how is it with you?

Sil.
I am a Stranger Sir; but slightly hurt I think;
I have only time to thank your Generosity; If
There's no murder done I'le find you out, and
Study to return this happy rescue:

Ant.
I'le wait you till you're out of danger.

Sil.
By no means Sir, you are not known, and may
Be safe, I am; this mischief has been
hatching too some time; therefore I
Beg you would Euquire no more; If
[Crys of Murder within.
I do well, I certainly will seek you,
If not I'le ever love your memory.

Carl.
Help Pedro; Sphorso, I shall bleed to Death:

Fran.
above.
Ha! Is not that my Sons voice? Lights there:
Murder, oh my Child, Lights, Rogues, murder.

Ant.
Shift for your self then; for
[Retires from above
The hounds are near us.

Sil.
Sancho

San.
Your shaddow Sir:

[Exeunt severally.
Guz.
I'm maul'd like a forlorn hope:

Carl,
Oh!

Guz.
Don Carlos!

Carl.
Who's that Guzman? art thou hurt too?

Guz.
Like Master, like man, at present, I am
Stuck as if I were to be Larded:

Enter Francisco Servants with Lights.
Fran.
What are you? and why this out-cry?

Guz.
I'm in Labour Sir, and want to be delivered.

Fran.
Guzman—my Son too wounded and on the
Earth; oh! speak, who did it? what,
Not a word—oh! speak, how is it with thee?

Carl.
My Soul is like a Lamp on its departing,
My Blood the oyl that fed it is quite spent,
And nature Struggles for its last pale glimps.

Fran.
Oh horrid villany, get Doctors, Slaves, and Surgions,
Summon a College of Pulse-fumblers, and
Lint-Scrapers, propose rewards to shew
Their utmost Art; sly slaves—in gently, villains,
Gently with him, look to your Fellow-servant.

1 Servant.
Alas poor Guzman.

[They carry off Carlos.
Guz.
None of your pitty, but lend me your help,
They have miss'd my heart, I think, and that's all,
I am slash'd like grill'd mutton; oh for some
Conger-Eels to stop these Leapings; Softly Rogues,
Softly, I shall come to my Journeys end soon Enough.

[They lead him off.
A noise within of pursue this way.
Enter Silvio and Sancho.
Sil.
What Shall we do? we run mazes sure and
Come to the End where we begun; ha! here's a
Garden-wall; by your leave who ever you
belong to, If he be noble he will protect me:
Follow me Sancho.

[Climbs the wall
San.
I warrant you Sir, I have been
Us'd to rob orchards—what's the matter now?
I cannot mount it, and have hopt over higher
in my time; I believe the Devill's at my arse,
And thinking I am Climbing towards Heav'n,
Tugg's me back as if I were out of my way:
Up Gundy or be stuck with Soledo's,
[noise still
Till thou lookst like a Porcupine and shoots
Thy Quills Backwards—

[Gets over and severall run Cross