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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.
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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.
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