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SCENE. III.

The Inside of the Garden.
Enter Dorothea and Farmosa.
Dor.
Surely thou wilt be late:

Far.
Oh fear not, Madam, your true Lover will
Out-wait an Angler, and thinks not his
Time ill-spent, If he catches a fish at last,

Dor.
No more delays, but hast:

Far.
I'le be with him in less then a tickling time.

As she's going off Sancho runs against her, and they both fall.
Far.
Murther, Theeves, Theeves:

Dorothea Shreiks, and as she's running off is met by Silvio who Catches her in his arms.
Sil.
Dorothea!

Dor.
Silvio!

Sil.
The same and thine for ever;

Far.
Sancho, what art thou? a mole, hast got no eyes?

San.
No, but I want the strength of one to heave this
Earth up—

[he lifts her up
Dor.
How got you in?

Sil.
Pursu'd by villains I leapt the wall
For Sanctuary.

Dor.
What mean you?

Sil.
As I was waiting for my guide to approach thee,
Four Bravo's set on me, one fir'd at me, but mist;
Streight they all came on me, I had the good fortune to
Receive 'em well; nay they were giving ground:
When Carlos Roar'd, think not thou shalt escape,
And seconded their attempt.

Dor.
Oh Heav'ns!

Sil.
My advantage quickly lessen'd, and I had perish'd
But for the kind relief of one I knew not, I think
some fell; who with their Crys allarm'd the neighbour-hood;
I got in here hoping to miss their fury,
And chance has guided me to what I long'd for:

Dor.
Let us retire and think upon some means how
To Secure thee, Oh my Silvio, 'tis what I dreaded:
But by my Love I will partake thy fate
Let Stars be as malicious as they please.

Sil.
Sure all must be propitious in the End,
Or Heaven's Partiall to the most deserving.

Dor.
Oh I shake!
My Soul as if it gave me warning sickens,
And Sighs out, we must never meet again.

Sil.
Let's never part then, and defy the Omen;
Thus fortify'd by Love we'le dare the foe,
Till our ill Stars grow weary of the Siege,
Or at the general Assault we'le stand
When their dire Influence is ready drawn,
'Gainst the vast breach of all our miseries,
And where Oppression's thickest fall together.

Dor.
No, let us Study how to live together.
I have reveal'd the secret to my Father,
All thoughts of Reconcilement with your Rivall
Are quite discarded; he seems enclin'd to
What I have propos'd—nay, I've more to tell
Thee; If the description I have heard don't Err,
Thou hast a Brother here, one Don Antonio, Son
To Don Michael Frederick of Peru.

Sil.
Antonio.

Dor.
Go in, I'le tell thee all:

Sil.
I wait it with Impatience:

Dor.
Oh Silvio, to loose thee now,
When all my hopes were in such perfect health,
They seem'd insur'd against all Accidents,
'Tis like a Chymist whose unwearied Toyle
With eager diligence long time had search'd,
Through every curiosity of Nature,
To bring his mighty project to perfection;
And when the wish'd for Art he had attain'd,
Dyed in its finishing Operation: away
Farmosa, stay you here, If any disturbance
Should approach our Walls, give notice of it.

[Exit Sil. & Dor.
San.
I suppose I must come up
With the baggage, and may halt with your Ladyship:

Far.

A likely fellow this, how long have you lived with your Master,
friend?

San.
Ever since he has lived with me, he never
Forsook me, nor will I ever discharge him.

Far.
A pleasant Fellow, what are you?

San.
His Portmanteau, I carry his Equipage:

Far.
I mean, what Country-man are you?

San.
A Resident of chance:

Far.
What's that?

San.
A Courtier, a Gam'ster, a Pimp, a Vallet,
Or any thing that all Countries, Religions, or
Customs are alike to:

Far.
A Savoury Fellow, and rellishes of Wit
Are all women too as well as Countrys,
Religions, and Customs, alike to you?

San.
All of this side fifty:

Far.
Then there's hopes for me, for I want a year
On't: If I could marry this Rogue and redeem
My Virginity now, 'twould do well; I have a
Pretty good sum of money which I have scrap'd
Together in Service; and mine is not the first
Aside.
Crack'd Reputation has been put off that way:
Besides that Villain Guzman grows weary
Of me, and will never be brought to buy that
Out-right which he has had the use of so
Often for nothing.

San.
[Aside
[Sings.

Far.
[Sings.

Saa.
Good, she comes—Most admirably perform'd—
Let me salute the Orifice of your Melody:

[kisses her.
Far.
Far short of yours Sir, pray be ingenious, and
Tell me in what Climate you stole this great
Accomplishment?

San.
In England.

Far.
Were you born there?

San.
Stark naked:

Far.
Waggish Brittain:

San.
Let me once more adore that heav'nly voice:

[kisses
Far.
Beshrew me but your Endearments are very
Warm: If a virgin should be good-natur'd
And like you, you Could not be constant.

San.
As pride to Authority, or first Love to its appointments.

Far.
If I should throw my self away upon thee,
Would you really, truly, sincerely, and faithfully
Serve me?

San.
Zealously: I'le be fonder of thee then the
Spirituall Court of an Ill neighbour.

Far.
We'l go in and talk more on't.

San.
Agreed and make more on't too if I can:

Far.
If he has heard any thing of me, and Guzman,
I shall be puzled for a denyall—I'm resolv'd;
I'le forswear it and protest my honesty and
Innocency, nay, I have a good mentall
Reservation for it:
For tho' by Guzman's Love I was betray'd,
I'le swear for thee I am a Reall Maid.

[Exeunt.