University of Virginia Library

ACT V.

Scene 1.

Don Manuel's Hall.
Enter Mingo and Leonella.
Mingo.
Above my highest hope! it needs must hit,
I love thy Beauty, and adore thy Wit:
But we must try to send their Men aside,
They'l sooner fall, if we their force divide.
Though both are Cowards, yet for thy Loves sake,
Any strange Project they will undertake.
Can'st think of no Design? no little Plot?
Hell take 'em Hounds! they are not worth a Thought.
But it must be—

Leon.
O that's already done.
They are, by this time, in so great a fright,
They'l have no sense to trouble us to night.

Ming.
Thou'st Policy enough to rule a State:
Let's to our bus'ness, for the Night grows late.
Fail not to be i'th' Summer-house, adieu!
I must not any more be seen with you,
For fear of old Teresa's jealous Head.

Leon.
But, when my Ladies ask me how I sped,
What shall I answer them? you know they meant
To fly this Night, and therefore was I sent.

Ming.
Say they'l attend them, and 'tis ten to one
They'l put up all their Jewels to be gone.
Where to secure them, and how, you know.

Leon,
'Tis done, my Dear! But whither shall we go?

Ming.
The time's too short to tell, nor need you ask,
Leave that to me, 't has been my chiefest Task
To set you on your way; your Pasport's made,
[Exit Leonella.
Charon shall drag you to the Stygian Shade.
Pluto will get a Cooler for your Lust,
There's roaring Company, and go you must.
Ive taken care you shall not go alone—
O what a gallant plotting Rogue I'm grown!
I kill but five to night; 'tis true, my hand
Is unconcern'd, I do it by command:
Like stately Tyrants, on my pow'rful Breath
Depends the Thred of Life, the Key of Death.
Suppose I fall, if Hell payes me a Shame,
Yet shall I leave an everlasting Name.
The hour draws on apace, the Moon shines bright,
I'll stain her Horns with Blood if all hit right.
Exit Mingo.

Scene 2.

In the Field.
Enter Larasco loaden with ridiculous Armour.
Leon.
The hour is past, and yet she does not come;
My Heart fails me—O that I were at home!
Yes, I do love her, and this Act does show't,
Do I not hazard here my naked Throat?
For ought I know, it may be Planet strook:
Heav'ns! it thunders; no 'twas my Armour shook.
I would go home but for the noise I make:
What dreadful Acts we Lovers undertake?
Ha! what's that pursues me? a Spright! a Spright!
It follows me, I shall be kill'd this Night,
Mercy! sweet Spright, mercy! It haunts me yet—
Yes 'tis my Shadow: I am blind with Sweat.
O whoreson Love! what do I undertake
To suffer here, for Leonella's sake!
Did but a wandring Child now ask the way,
Or harmless Sheep pass by that's gone astray,
Were this true Cannon proof, down must it lye,
My Sword and all, I should the faster fly.
O Death! a Lyon roars, farewell my Friend!
Ha! 'tis a Beetle; surely she intends
To murther me, else why should I stay here,
Like stout Knight-errant, and no Creature near.
Now if I could but pray—
But how can such poor Rogues as I come to't?
When Gentlemen themselves now cannot do't.

Enter Sanchez in a Shroud.
Sanc.
If she were come, 'twould be a pleasant Night;
No noise stirring! I'm in a woful fright!
All in a clammy sweat; did she not swear,
At ten precisely she would meet me here?
Well Sanchez! if some Brother Spright should come
To scrape Acquaintance, and conduct thee home;
Some Lovers meagre Ghost, some crafty Fiend,
Should by thy Garb mistake thee for a Friend;
Think thee some idle Spirit, and command
Thee down to darkness, how could'st thou withstand?
Danger from Men, I think I need not fear,
I fright my very self—Ha! who's this here?
In Arms from head to foot! then I'm betrai'd,
Drawn to my Ruine by this wicked Maid.
False deluding Woman! is this thy Love?
Didst thou not vow to meet me in this Grove?
I may steal off, he has not seen me yet—

Lar.
Fear won't let me pray; Ha! the noise of feet!
Oh the Devil! the Devil!

Sanch.
Where! where! where!

[Larasco runs out, and Sanchez after him.

Scene 3.

Enter Mingo alone.
Mingo.
'Tis late, Alonzo does not yet appear;
He promis'd faithfully he would be here.
I hear him coming—
Enter Alonzo.
Sir! you are fairly met—
This Credit does increase your Servants Debt.
Pardon my boldness Sir! before you go,
I will discharge part of the Debt I ow.

Alon.
Honest Mingo! although I cannot guess
Thy earnest bus'ness, I believe no less;
I will reward thy care, now speak it out—

Min.
The Story is so strange, that I much doubt
Your want of Faith; and wish withall my heart,
That I had better tidings to impart.
Call all that's Man about you, this will make
The strongest of your Resolutions shake.

Alon.
Thy strange beginning makes me fear the end.

Min.
Y'are cheated by a Mistriss, and a Friend:
They both are false—

Alon.
Malicious Fool beware:
Think not to take me in a jealous Snare.
Thou ly'st, ne'r did a Mortal meet with two
Such blessings as they are; so kind, so true:
Repeat it not again, this I forgive;
After a second blasphemy thou shalt not live.

Min.
So, this is my reward. What will you do?
Pray draw upon your Servant, kill me too.
Yet I'll pronounce it true, and on your Sword,
My loss of life shall justifie my word.
This night he takes her with her own consent,
Yet trust me not, swear they are innocent:
Your Faith's at liberty—Yet go but home,
And kill me there, if Fenise does not come.

Alon.
Take heed! I take thy word; but if he do,
I'll kill that faithless Friend, and cherish you.

Min.
You need not kill him Sir! that's too severe,
He may repent it when he meets you there.
Remember Sir! his Faith ne'r knew a Crime,
Nor wandring thought, till this unhappy time.
Will you destroy a Friend so often prov'd,
Because your Mistriss has so falsely lov'd?
Perhaps the Lady first began to Wooe;
'Tis not so strange, to find their Sex untrue.

Alon.
No more! th'ast rais'd an Earthquake in my breast,
But through his Blood, I know no way to rest.
Yet I would spare him, but the Crimes too foul,
A strange Convulsion tears my wav'ring Soul:
'Tis but a faithless Woman at the most,
She soon was won, and is as quickly lost.

Min.
He cools too fast, I must renew his heat;
This brave Resolve has made you truly great,
Perhaps they'l glory in their base success,
And call your Mercy stupid Easiness—
But let them laugh; your Conscience still is clear.

Alon.
Friendship be gone! thou hast no int'rest here.
Yet, witness Heaven! how unwillingly
I take his Life, for He (or I) must dye.
'Tis Honour murthers him, that gilded Air,
No other way remains to keep it fair.

Min.
Pray think again

Alon.
I've thought too much, away!—

Min.
Thou wilt repent thy rashness e'r 'tis day.

[Aside.
Exeunt Alonzo and Mingo.
Enter Fenise as watching them.
Fen.
That base contriving Eunuch leads him on;
Well Renegado! we shall meet anon.
Ye Gods!—
But why should I invoke your partial aid?
By whose permission 'tis that I'm betray'd?
These little Crimes of perjur'd Love, you slight,
That you may punish them—
I know your aim, Revenge is your delight.
But since you use me thus, I'll seize your right,
I will not for your drowzy Justice wait,
Ev'n now your Vengeance I'le anticipate.
Ezit Fenise with his Sword drawn.

Scene 4.

A Summer-house in a Garden.
Enter Don Manuel alone.
Man.
In this close Summer-house, I keep my State,
And like a Prince, dispose of others Fate.
My General stout Mingo takes the care
To manage my Affairs of Peace, and War:
If any danger springs, from blood that's spilt,
I shall the profit reap, and he the guilt.

Enter Leonella with a Cabinet.
Leon.
What mutt'ring voice is that which strikes my Ear?
O my unhappy Fate! Don Manuel here!

Man.
Is your bus'ness to me Lady? Let's see,
What have you here? pray spare your modesty;
This is too troublesome for you to bear,
Deliver up your Charge, and walk in here.

Exeunt Manuel and Leonella.
Enter Teresa with a Pistol in one hand, and a Dagger in t'other.
Ter.
Are you so nimble? are your Bloods so hot?
Here's Coolers for you—These will marr your Plot.
O my dear Mingo! that thou could'st but see,
What dangers I despise to merit thee.

Exit Teresa after Man. and Leon.

Scene 5.

Enter Alonzo and Mingo.
Min.
This way he'll come—
Pray Sir! think on the sacred name of Friend,
May this sad difference have a happy end.

Alon.
Ha! here he comes! be gone! by Heav'n 'tis he,
My seeming Friend: Good Mingo pardon me;
I'll study how to recompence thy care.

Min.
In your success my pains rewarded are.

Exit Mingo, but returns again, watching them with his drawn Sword.
Enter Fenise.
Fen.
O have I found thee Traytor!

Alon.
Sir no words—
Our diffrence hears no Umpire but our Swords.

They fight.
Min.
peeping.
Bravely fought Boyes! So, that thrust was home,
When one is fall'n, then does bold Mingo come.
I'll soon dispatch the other; how, not yet?
[Alonzo disarms Fenise.
Sure they'r immortal, that was kindly met:
Mischief! what damn'd luck have I? his Sword's lost.

Fen.
O my curst fortune—Truth is ever crost.

Alon.
Now, if th'hast any thing to say make hast;
But know this very Minute is thy last.

Fen.
Use thy advantage, kill me, do base man!
I will have Justice when we meet again:
There thou shalt suffer for thy treachery,
And that false Woman too for whom I die.

Alon.
What means this language Sir? did I not wooe
Thy Mistriss for thee, and obtain her too?

Fen.
Must I hear this and live! no way to die!
Do'st thou upbraid me with thy Villany?

Alon.
Thy Crime does in thy ill success appear;
Did'st thou not come to meet Rosella here?
I knew thy foul intent, I knew it well,
What Charms did'st thou imploy? what cursed Spell,
To rob me of her Heart? What canst thou say?

Fen.
Thou kill'st me ten times o're in this delay.
Pr'ythee dispatch, lest I some blushes show,
To think those Crimes, thou canst not blush to do.
Let me not stand a Witness to my shame,
Since you, to meet the false Alcinda came.

Alon.
Then we are both abus'd—

Ming.
O hellish spight!
Yet I'll get something, if the rest hit right.
[Exit Mingo.

Fen.
Abus'd! am I awake? did I not see,
When Leonella gave a note to thee?
A Letter from Alcinda? and when you
Vow'd not to fail, Ha! is not this true?

Alon.
That very Letter you may here peruse.

Fenise
takes the Letter and reads it.
To Signior Alonzo.
My breast is loaded with unhappy News,
Which onely in your Ears I dare relate;
If you vouchsafe your presence when 'tis late,
Conceal it from your Friend, and come alone;
Else you will lose, and I shall be undone.

Your Slave Mingo.

Fen.
O subtle Villain! And thou crafty Maid!
What have I done? That I should be betraid?
I fear this is not all,—sure they intend
Some mischief to the Ladies e're it end.

Alon.
Mingo just parted hence, we may with speed
Prevent all danger, 'sdeath how fast you bleed?
Forgive my rash belief!—

Fen.
I must from you
The same entreat: But let's the Rogue pursue—

Alon.
He shall not 'scape, I'm sure he went this way.
My fears grow stronger by the least delay.

[A Pistol fir'd within.
Fen.
Ha! a Pistol! I fear we are too late.

Alon.
We will prevent, or we'll revenge their Fate.

[Exeunt Alonzo and Fenise.

Scene 6.

Enter Manuel wounded.
Man.
Oh cruel Witch! inhumane Sorceress!
I'm pepper'd now for all my wickedness:
Incarnate Devil! for my Ruine sent!
All Curses Men and Devils can invent,
And mine besides, fall on thy bloody Heart—

Enter Teresa with a Dagger in her hand, dragging in Leonella.
Ter.
Come! come along, I'll teach you a new Art
To couple; do ye roar in consort now?
Dry'd Dog! I was not good enough for you:
Would ye be yoak'd? I'll see ye yoak'd, I will,
You shall be joyn'd; what are you roaring still?
Silence! and hear your heavy Doom: Now Dame!
Now bold Hussey! was there no other Game?
No Pipe but mine to make you dance? I'll try
Who shall be Mistriss now, of you or I.

Leon.
Dear Madam! O Heav'ns! hear what I can say—

Ter.
Noble Signior! pray bow your head this way,
See your Ven'son quarter'd, and when that's done,
With you I'll finish what I have begun.

Man.
My Royal Donna! dear Teresa hold!
I'll be thy Slave—

Ter.
Poor Fool! thou art too old:
In Prayers spend thy time, for 'tis but short,
Or curse me if thou wilt, I care not for't.
Have at thee—

Enter Larasco running in his Armour, and Perez following him in his Shroud.
Lar.
Oh a Ghost! a Ghost away!—

Perez.
No Ghost! I am no Ghost! good Neighbors stay—

All run off in a fright, Perez pursuing them.

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.

Alc.
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.

Alon.
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?
Speak Devil! or I'll kill thee if I can.

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.

Ming.
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.

Fen.
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!

Alon.
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.