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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!
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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?
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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.
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