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Scene 7.
Don Manuel's House.Enter Mingo with Bags of Money.
Ming.
Now Fortune, if thou hast not sworn my fall,
Grant me one happy hour, and have at all.
The House is yet my own; and here's my Mint—
If all my Plots should fail; the Devil's in't.
Exit Mingo.
Enter Alcinda and Rosella.
Alc.
Now Madam! does the tedious time draw nigh,
When we shall have our long wish'd Liberty.
Ros.
May this blest Night, like some auspicious Star,
Shine bright in Fames Eternal Calendar.
May it produce no sad unhappy Birth,
But be to all the World a Night of Mirth.
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May after times, when they would sum their bliss,
Wish happy Dayes, and all their Nights like this.
Enter Mingo.
Ming.
This way, your Servants wonder at your stay—
The watchful Cock foretells approaching day.
Rosel.
Good Mingo! lead the way; how my heart beats?
Alc.
This little trouble all our joy compleats.
What noise is that?
[A noise at the dore.
Ming.
Hell! they have forc'd the dore—
Alc.
If Fate frown now, I'll never trust it more.
Rosel.
That noise has made me fear we are undone.
Ming.
Yet, through this other dore we may be gone.
Mingo going out, meets Fenise and Alonzo, with their Swords drawn.
Ming.
Then to my last shift—
[He draws a pair of Pistols.
Alon.
Sir! y' are fairly met—
This favor does encrease your Servants debt.
Ming.
Not so well met as you imagine yet.
Alon.
Yes Hell-hound! you are;
And ere you part, I will reward your care,
Your care to ruin us—thou canst not fly.
Ming.
If you but stir a foot, they both shall dye.
[He presents the Pistols.
Fen.
Inhuman Dog!
Ming.
Good words, stand further yet—
What I have done, I need not now repeat.
I know you'll kill me, but before I dye,
I'll make you sharers in my misery.
Your Mistrisses shall lead the way: D' ye stare!
Their Destinies within my power are;
And thus I'll ruine them—
Fen.
Hold! good Rogue hold!
We'll be thy Slaves, thou shalt have Mines of Gold.
Ming.
A Kingdom shall not buy one hours delay:
Yet, to torment you more, a while I'll stay.
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Art thou so heartless. and so childish grown,
To fight with Women? when this Act is known,
Thou wilt be branded with a Cowards name,
A fearful Rogue, Art thou so lost to shame?
Fen.
So lost to policy?
For if to mischief th'art so firmly bent,
By killing us thou may'st thy death prevent.
Ming.
That's well advis'd—
Rosel.
I dare thy sharpest spight, and will not grieve
To dye, so my Alonzo may but live.
Alc.
See what thou doest, thou bloody Devil! do!
Min.
Seal up your lips, or I'll begin with you.
Alc.
Brave Villain do! I will requite thy pain,
If spight won't make thee shoot, yet do't for gain.
Here's Gold and Jewels, if these will not do,
I'll call thee Coward; nay I'll curse thee too.
Min.
No more! I'll quickly end this Generous strife.
These Ladies never injur'd me, 'tis true,
But I'll kill them, to be reveng'd of you.
[He flashes in the pan; and Alonzo and Fenise disarm him.
Alon.
Thou cruel Rogue! now we'll command thy fate.
Min.
I will not beg your love, nor fear your hate.
Had not my foolish pity staid my hand,
My Life had never been at your command.
[A great noise within.
Rosel.
Another Storm begins, ere this is gone.
Alc.
If 'tis your Father, we are yet undone.
Larasco
within.
For pity's sake let's in, who ere you be.
Fen.
That's my Rascal's voice.
Lar.
within.
Ay Sir! 'tis me! 'tis me!
[Enter Larasco arm'd.
Fen.
What does this folly mean?
Lar.
O Sir! as I to meet my Love did go forth,
The very Devil follow'd me; and so forth—
Enter Manuel, Leonella, Teresa, falling over one another for haste—followed by Sanchez in a Shroud—
Alon.
What tricks are these?
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San.
Hold! good Sir hold! I am your very Man.
[Pulls off his Shroud.
Leon.
There's the Original of all this Rout.
Ming.
Were ever things so crosly brought about?
Nay Sir 'tis true; and had my Plots hit right,
There had not one of you surviv'd this Night.
Rosel.
O my dear Father!—
Ming.
Lady you mistake, nay I'll make you known:
Since I am lost, I will not fall alone.
He's not your Father, he's a Rogue, a Cheat,
He is in nothing, but in Mischief, great.
Man.
Malicious Rogue! dear Daughter hear him not:
He's raving mad now he has miss'd his Plot.
Dear Child lead me to Bed, I'm very sick—
Ming.
To Bed! to th'Gallows; this is a meer trick,
To get off—
Rosel.
Let him not use my Father so—
Ming.
Madam! he's a Villain, and your mortal Foe.
Alon.
Mingo speak out, what is it thou canst say?
Teres.
Damn'd Lyes! mischievous Lyes! lead him away—
Ming.
Woman hear thy Charge—
My Crime's so great, and so prodigious grown,
Though I beg pardon, I can hope for none.
But when their faults in competition come,
Mine are but Cyphers, theirs a total Sum.
Had you not Sisters once, whom you think lost?
Fen.
Nay, more than think, we know that they were drown'd.
Ming.
Sir? spare your Sighs, the Ladies soon are found.
When Don Valasco your brave Father dy'd,
You being too young to be your Sisters Guide,
Were left with her, to noble Pedro's care,
Your honour'd Father Sir—
[To Alonzo.
Fen.
Thou seek'st delayes in Story fetch'd so far.
Alon.
All this we know, and how my Father strove,
To joyn our Families with Bonds of Love.
Fen.
Then how our Sisters with Don Pedro went,
When in Peru he had a Government:
We know the time when they took Ship again,
But never heard when they return'd to Spain.
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The rest I can relate, and mean to do,
More in Revenge to them, than Love to you.
The Sea mov'd gently, and with flatt'ring Gales,
The am'rous Wind did court the flying Sails.
But Fate, that knows a thousand paths to Death,
Sent a Disease to take your Father's Breath.
To Sanchez his old Servant, and a Maid,
He left your Sisters, and the Wealth he had;
With careful duty, to restore again
Their Charge to you, when they return'd to Spain.
But in the very Port, they met with one
Gorzell, a cruel tatter'd Pickaroon;
Sanchez they murther'd, made the rest their prey,
And took your Sisters very names away.
What they did since is partly known to you,
None but themselves know what they meant to do:
This is the Villain, that the cursed Maid,
By whose infernal Plots they were betrai'd:
This Womans names Guttarze, that Mans Gorzell,
By whose inhuman hands poor Sanchez fell.
And those your Sisters are, those Ladies there!
What Heav'n decrees, cannot be alter'd here.
Alon.
O that we could believe thee—
Fen.
What say you?
Man. and Teres.
Mercy! mercy Gentlemen! 'tis too true.
Alon.
Which is my Sister? which must be my Bride?
Teres.
Y'have fix'd those Knots your Father long since ty'd;
Madam Alcinda, Sir, your Sister is,
And you Rosella are Don Fenis's.
Fen.
Excess of happiness! thy Life's thy own,
[To Mingo
Dangers so great, so suddenly o'reblown,
Make all our joyes like pleasing Dreams appear.
Rosel.
I cannot look this way without a Tear.
Can I see him, I once call'd Father, kneel,
And weep to me?—
Alc.
Methinks I fear him still.
Rosel.
You shall forgive him—
Alon.
The greatest Injuries were yours; if you
Can pardon them, with all my Heart I do.
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But we forget the blackest Crime they did,
Although we pardon them, for that they'll bleed.
Poor murther'd Sanchez does for Vengeance cry,
The Law will seize them, and for that they'll dye.
Man.
Cruel Woman! had not thy restless Will
Urg'd on his death, he had been living still.
Ter.
Thou foolish Man! why wouldst thou hear me then?
Nature allows our Sex less Wit than Men,
That you may rule us when we go aside;
Had I been govern'd, Sanchez had not dy'd.
Rosel.
No other wayes to save their lives? pray try.
Sanch.
Madam! there is, this time they shall not dye.
Look on me well, have you not known this Face?
Time has not chang'd it much from what it was.
Man.
'Tis he! 'tis he! good Sanchez pardon me.
Ter.
O Sanchez! we confess our cruelty:
Pray forgive us—
Sanch.
May your forgiveness be,
From all the World as hearty as from me.
Since I have seen my Mistrisses again,
No more remembrance of my Wounds remain.
Fen.
Then you are free, but ere this Sun goes down,
We charge ye every one to leave the Town.
Alon.
Where we reside be never seen again,
The Law shall seize ye if we meet in Spain.
Ming.
Pox o' thy trembling Paw! hadst thou but dy'd,
Or done thy work, I had been satisfi'd.
Ter.
Curse on thy plotting pate, and wheedling tongue,
Hadst thou been hang'd we yet had flourish'd long.
Leon.
Hard-hearted Mingo! wouldst thou murther me?
Ming.
No pretty Rogue! I was to marry thee.
Save your Lordship mighty Manuel hight!
And eke your fair La-dee Teresa bright.
Great Don! pray shut your Lordly Gate, 'gainst all
Of your own Sex; hate ev'rything that's Male.
Such tempting trash would make a Saint grow vain:
Take heed no smooth face't Eunuch come again—
Bezo las mannos Signior!
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No more
Sanchez I to his former place restore.
Let's to the Sacred Temple haste, and pay
Glad thanks to Heaven for this happy day.
Fen.
Let smiling Hymen, with his Nuptial bands,
As we have joyn'd our Hearts, unite our Hands.
Now all our Doubts and Fears, with joyes are crown'd,
Our Cares are lost, and our lost Sisters found.
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