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Scene the Street.
Enter Silvio and Merchant.
Sil.
I have told you all the Progress of my Love,
And ever must acknowledge your Assistance,
The Hazards I have vanquish'd, give me hopes
I may at last possess what I have toil'd for;
I only want to find my Brother out;
Likewise, I beg you'd go with me this Night
To satisfie Don Lopez what I am.
Mer.
Sil.
SONG.
Enter a Spanish Count with Musick, Serenaders, &c.
Mer.
Whom have we here?
Sil.
Some Serenading Gallants to my Mistress,
If they stay long I shall be rude to 'em.
Mer.
Let us observe 'em, I may chance to know 'em.
Count.
Sil.
Don.
Sil.
I am about Sir.
Don.
So I am about mine Sir, may the Eyes of my Mistress—
Sil.
Heark ye Sir, If you will not quit your post,
I must endeavour to force you.
Don.
Force me, draw Fidlers.
[Silvio draws, and the Merchant, and beat 'em off crying Murder.
Enter Silvio and Merchant.
Sil.
I have told you all the Progress of my Love,
And ever must acknowledge your Assistance,
The Hazards I have vanquish'd, give me hopes
I may at last possess what I have toil'd for;
I only want to find my Brother out;
Likewise, I beg you'd go with me this Night
To satisfie Don Lopez what I am.
Mer.
You may be sure, all I can serve you in is full as welcom to
my Soul, as to your own.
Sil.
I have sufficient reason to believe it;
And what you have told me of Don Carlos,
Relating to the Daughter of Don Pedro,
Together with his bless'd recovery,
Creates in me a double Joy.
[Sings here.]
And what you have told me of Don Carlos,
Relating to the Daughter of Don Pedro,
Together with his bless'd recovery,
Creates in me a double Joy.
SONG.
Oh! Lovely Virgin, Look down
And view, a Slave impatient of thy Sight;
Behold a Wretch by thee undone,
Whose Heart is all thy own.
Oh! Guide him in this starless Night,
And let thy Eyes create new Light.
And view, a Slave impatient of thy Sight;
Behold a Wretch by thee undone,
Whose Heart is all thy own.
Oh! Guide him in this starless Night,
And let thy Eyes create new Light.
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Mer.
Whom have we here?
Sil.
Some Serenading Gallants to my Mistress,
If they stay long I shall be rude to 'em.
Mer.
Let us observe 'em, I may chance to know 'em.
Count.
Come, come, place your selves ready, and take care your
Simphany's and Retournels, and your what de Callums, come in good time;
Come strike, strike the key there.
May the Eyes of my Mistress everlastingly flourish
And my constant Affection I hope they will nourish;
For if my Amour Dorothea don't cherish,
By the Lord I am likely, most likely to perish.
And my constant Affection I hope they will nourish;
For if my Amour Dorothea don't cherish,
By the Lord I am likely, most likely to perish.
Gad this don't do I believe, I am whorse, and she don't hear my
Musick.
Sil.
Sir, I have some Affairs in this Family, which oblige me to
wait here, and it would conduce much to my designs if you would
please to retire.
Don.
Sir, I have some Affairs in this Family, which oblige me
to wait here, and it would conduce much to my designs if you would
go about your business.
Sil.
I am about Sir.
Don.
So I am about mine Sir, may the Eyes of my Mistress—
Sil.
Heark ye Sir, If you will not quit your post,
I must endeavour to force you.
Don.
Force me, draw Fidlers.
[Silvio draws, and the Merchant, and beat 'em off crying Murder.
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