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Enter Farmosa and Silvio.
Far.
Stay here till I see if the old man be safe, and I'll conduct you
to my Lady speedily.
[Exit.
Sil.
As Carlos was for me scorn'd and neglected,
So am I now for this; yet I shall see this faithless
Fair Persuader, that led my Soul away towards promis'd
Joys, and now 'tis plung'd in love, laughs at its
Sufferings.
That with the Serpent club'd for our Damnation:
Man was forewarn'd, and could have stood his Guile,
But thou, the greater Fiend, not being suspected,
Finish'd what Satan but imperfect drew.
Sancho creeps from under the Bed.
Sol.
I am almost smother'd, and so stung by Vermin, that if I had
a Glass I might fancy I had the Small-Pox; the Fleas have danc'd
backwards and forwards o'r me this three hours, that I am gawl'd
as if a Nest of Aunts had travail'd over me with their hoard for
Winter.
Heark! the Door opens.
Sil.
Ha!
Lop.
Stay here one Minute, and I'll fetch a Light.
Sil.
What have we now—
What will become of me, I know not, I must put a good
Face upon the matter, and pretend I only came to see what house his
Daughter kept.
Sil.
This surely is my Rival; what are you?
Ant.
S'death, is the House haunted, what's that to you?
Sil.
Thou art a villain.
Ant.
Thou lyest, be a good Angel or a bad.
Sil.
I'll feel what you are.
Ant.
I'll keep thee at Arms length if I can.
Sil.
So, here's murder going forward, would I coud get under the
bed to my leap Frogs again.
Help! Murder! Oh! I quake for fear of a chance thrust in my bowels;
murder, help, murder.
Sil.
Lye still, or thou art dead.
Enter Lopez with Lights.
Lop.
Ah! what's here, three men, thieves, give me my Sword, fetch
up my great Guns, help, thieves there, thieves.
[Runs out.]
Enter Dorothea and Feliciana.
Dor.
For Heavens sake what's the matter?
Sil.
Now I shall see the Face which has undone me.
Dor.
Silvio.
Sil.
Yes Madam, unexpected.
Fel.
Antonio, what brothers fighting!
Sil.
Antonio!
Ant.
Silvio! what Stars set us at odds?
[Embracing.]
Sil.
They have lost their aim, I hope thou art not hurt, forgive me
Madam; Oh my brother! My Soul's divided so 'twixt Love and
Frindship, I know not which to serve.
Dor.
I miss no Love you e're can shew to him.
Ant.
Nor I no Friendship he bestows on you.
Nay, come into the Lump, and let's all four unite into one Soul,
where hast thou been? but more of that hereafter; but what is he, we
stumbled on?
San.
Your faithful Friend and Slave Sacho.
Sil.
Sancho! How cam'st thou hither?
San.
I was lock'd in by my Lady Farmoza, I came on the same design
your honour did, only my Love was plac'd on a lower object.
Does thy heart lean that way?
San.
Faith Sir I should be loath to part the Family,
I have promis'd her for Spouze,
Therefore I beg we may live with you still; make her your housekeeper,
and me your valet, though I'm preferr'd, I am not grown
proud Sir,
Ant.
At your Service Sir.
San.
My respects to you Sir, shall prove how much I honour my Masters
Relations.
Enter Lopez with a Gun and Servants.
Lop.
Stand clear, make room, or I fire on all.
Ant.
What my dear Father, cock't against your Daughters.
Lop.
Antonio.
Fel.
Yes Sir, and this his Brother, of whom my Sister fully has inorm'd
you,
Lop.
his Brother,
Sil.
yes Sir.
Lop.
How got they in?
Sil.
Sir, you conducted me hither.
Ant.
And this key, by your Daughters Appointment, gave me
admittance.
Lop.
Besure you oyl the wards well, and keep 'em from Rusting.
But Son in Law, is this really your Brother?
Ant.
The very Brother I told you I was in search of, how we have
mist each other here, I know not, but we are met at last, nor shall the
world part us; my Fathers Death—I suppose this Lady has given
you a full Account of—my Travels are too tedious for the
present, we'll talk of 'em hereafter, the four thousand Crowns my
Father left, I freely deliver to you, and only contrive some way that
I may purchase this man's meat, and I desire no more.
Sil.
Sir, I have a thousand Crowns more in Don Octavio's hands,
which shall be put to what my Brother speaks of, and be divided
equally betwixt us, if you think them Recommendations sufficient
to your Daughters Love, we are happy; if not, we must submit,
and curse the Scantiness of our Fortune.
Lop.
Sir, you speak worthily: and had ye no fortunes?
So well I like your Principles, I should esteem them Estates of themselves.
The morning comes fast upon us, the transactions of this night
we'll deferr till a more Leisure time; here, take my Daughters, and
use 'em as their behaviour deserves.
Ant.
If mine have a Conscience, and will be contented with what
I have, I shall think nothing too much for her.
I expect no voluntiers, be just to your Family Duties, that's all
I shall look for.
Ant.
If I run upon tick Cuckold me—
Fel.
Even Reckonings you know, make long Friends, be prudent,
for as you use me at first, I shall expect hereafter.
Lop.
Well, do you think you'r match'd—
Ant.
I'll tell you after the first night Sir.
Sil.
Now Dorothea, now our fears are ended;
How shall we recompence our Sufferings,
But by excess of Joys.
Dor.
Spare my blushes, and take me to your self.
Enter Farmoza.
Far.
Sir, here's Don Octavio below enquires for Don Silvio.
Sil.
Entreat him to appear, 'tis my Appointed Guardian, by my
Father whilst I inhabit here.
Lop.
I desire his presence.
Enter Octavio, runs to Silvia.
Oct.
Silvio, I joy to see you safe,
Sil.
You see me happier then e're I thought for.
Lop.
Signior Octavio, you'r an earlier riser—
Oct.
Indeed I have not been in Bed this night,
My Soul's disorder'd for Don Silvio's safety
Has interrupted all my usual customs;
But since I see him well, I find my self so.
And Signior Lopez, if you think him worthy,
As I am sensibly your Daughter does; his family
Is noble, and his Fortune equal to—
Lop.
Sir, we are satisfied already.
Sil.
Brother pray be acquainted with my friend.
Oct.
Is this Antonio.
Ant.
The same, and in my Brothers interest much obliged to you.
Enter Farmoza.
Far.
Sir, I believe the Inhabitants of Sevill have been all upon the
Ramble to night, for here's Don Francisco, Don Pedro, Don Carlos, and
the Lord knows who below.
Lop.
Why, they'r welcome, bring 'em up, and we'll be friends with
all; it shan't be said on such a day, I have emnity with any, if Francisco
is to be reconciled, I'll refuse no Articles, he shall propose.
[Enter Francisco.]
Fran.
Signior Lopez I am come—
Lop.
I know it, and for what too—come Brother, that was to
have been—if you can forget what's past I shall, your Sons presents
shall be restor'd, and I'll present my Cousin Biancha, whom I hear
he's to marry, with two thousand Crowns for a Suit of dressing Plate.
Fran.
Are you in earnest?
Lop.
Here's my hand.
Fran.
Well, I did ever think thee a good man in the worst of our
Quarrels—call up my Son and the Company with him, brother,
we'll keep the Name, though we are not, so may we never meet but
thus, Oh!
Oh Boys! Such news, such ample Satisfaction, that his Generosity
almost brings tears in my Eyes.
Car.
Sir.
Lop.
No Complements Signior Carlos, all is well.
Car.
But here's a Gentleman I've most offended, can you forgive me
Sir?
Sil.
The joy I have to find you fafe, cancels all injuries; and it shall
be the future study of my Life to gain your Friendship.
Carl.
And mine to shew it Sir—if I am not deceiv'd, this Gentleman
was he that rescued you in that unhappy broil.
Ant.
I do remember some such bustle Sir,
But knew not 'twas my Brother that I serv'd.
Sil.
Was it thy hand Antonio, bless'd be thy Arm, and mine that
press'd no deeper.
Dor.
to Bian.
Give you joy Couzin.
Bian.
I ha't, I hope, if Carlos can bestow it.
Ped.
Blessings on ye all, Brother Francisco, 'tis such a comfort to
see our Children thus provided for, that sure no ordinary Joy must
wait upon 'em; let's be Luxurious in this Festival, and stretch our
strings to make it truly Glorious.
Fran.
Stretch! By St. Jago I'll turn my baggs inside outwards, till
we have purchast the utmost of pleasure.
Sanc.
Must I be left out of this joy Sir?
What say'st thou Farmoza?
Hast not thou a grumbling towards night?
Far.
Yes, if I thought you could perform as well as your Master.
I am not so tempted Farmoza, but in the dark who knows
but Joan may be as good as you know the Proverb—
Lop.
Come, none shall depart from this house unsatisfied; take him
Farmoza, and I'll give you 500 Crowns to begin the world with.
Far.
I am at your worships dispose Sir.
Lop.
And if thou canst encrease thy Family by her, I'll give thee
as much more to provide for it.
San.
I warrant you Sir, I have a good Steel and a Flint, if the Tinder
will take fire.
Lop.
Go run my Servants, and set Spain at work to feast our fancies;
Lovers take hands; nay, let the Fathers joyn too, we'll haste to Church,
and see these man and wife, all revel here this day.
Fran.
And with me to morrow.
Ped.
Mine's the next.
Lop.
May nothing interrupt these Lovers Bliss,
But every day prove fortunate as this.
[Exeunt Omnes.]
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