 | The Successfull Straingers |  |
The Fifth ACT.
SCENE I.
Discovers Don Carlos on a Couch, and Servants.Carlos.
My Feavour lessens, and I gather strength,
The blood that fed the follys of my Love
Is fled through every wound its Rage occasion'd,
And prudent Iudgment Reassumes her seat;
The Powers are Just, for I did Ill
To seek Redress by such vile Practices:
Oh Biancha! I have done thee wrong,
Neglected what my Stars seem'd to enjoyne,
And they have prov'd they hate my stubborn choice.
Enter Francisco.
Fran.
Good morrow Boy, how is't?
Didst thou rest well? dost thou continue temperate?
Car.
Yes Sir, I hope I shall do well,
Nature it's wonted measure seems to affect,
And all my facultie return to order.
Fran.
Well, hast thou consider'd child,
What I propos'd about Biancha's Love:
Pox o'this Dorothea and her Father,
They never I believe, either of 'em lik'd us;
Besides, t'will be such a Revenge to slight her
And marry the other,—She'l look as melancholly
As a Discarded Statesman, and out-Fret a
Court-beauty for her Taylors disappointment at a Ball.
Car.
Sir I have weigh'd, and wholly resign my
Self to your disposall.
Fran.
Well said Boy, I will make such a man of thee,
Thou shalt out-shine a Country Squire on the
Sabbath, Live higher then a whore in her first
Month; And out-strut a Citty-Colonell at the
Head of his Regiment: nay we'le have Justice
From old Lopez too.
Ser.
Sir Don Pedro is below, and desires to
Speak with you.
Fra.
Ads me, he sent to me, and desir'd me to stay
At home, 'tis thy Father in Law that must be,
Carlos; well such things I will do for thee—
Carl.
Do what you please, all shall be easy to me.
Fra.
Well, thou art the best Boy; thy obedience is so
Inducing, Charming and Obliging, as I hope
To live, I am afraid I shall dye a year sooner
then I intended, to make thee amends.
Carl.
I willingly would go into the Garden, the
Air, Sir, may refresh me.
Fra.
Wait on him to the Garden, I'le be with thee
presently.
Well things are brought about rarely,
Now will he have a swinging fortune with
Biancha:
And after her Fathers Death all his Estate.
He shall have all mine too when I'm dead,
I will take her Portion and settle so much
per annum, and Live upon him into the Bargain;
I'le not part with a free penny, till I cann't help it.
When Parents once upon their Children Live,
Tho' all they have we gave 'em, yet they greive;
Therefore to keep mine still at my Command,
I'l leave the world before I part with Land.
Scene discovers Guzman in a Chair. A Chirurgeon by him, and a Table with Gally-Pots, Urine Violis, &c.
Guz.
Well Sir, and how long must I endure your probings
and your Cullices?
Chirurg.
A week, if you keep a good Dyet, will set you
Right again.
Guz.
Why there he is, a good Dyet, that is, eat nothing.
Suppose I keep an ill Dyet, and eat, will a
Fortnight cure me?
Chirurg.
A fortnight! by'r Lady, it may cost you your Life
for ought I know.
Guz.
Nay, for ought thou know'st, I may dye to night
Of a Quinzey.
Why, so you may Sir.
Guz.
Yes, I thought so; Suppose
I have a mind to let blood:
Chirurg.
You have lost enough already one would think,
I see no occasion for that.
Guz.
Ay! but there may be for ought thou knowst:
What a wretch am I order'd to look after me?
Because I am a Servant I must have no other
To take care of me; my Master has the head of
The Doctors and Chyrurgeons, and I must be
Manag'd by their Glister-Carrier.
Chirurg.
You are dispos'd to be merry, Sir.
Guz.
Very well, because I don't like this Rascall,
I am dispos'd to be merry; hark ye you
Serringe-Bobber,—dispose me to be merry you
Had best, or I'le depose you from your Quack-
Salving—I would drink a Glass of Sack.
Chirurg.
You may do what you please, but it may do
you harm.
Guz.
Ay, for ought thou knowst—why you Dog,
Suppose I have a mind to a wench.
Chirurg.
A wench!
Guz.
Ay a Wench, oh 'tis a kind Decoction, meetand
Proper for the Body of a man, operating
Simpathetically towards the healing of the Inwards.
Surg.
A Woman will kill you Sir.
Guz.
I don't mean to work so hard Sir, to debauch once
a Month is a Cordial they say.
Surg.
Why, Nature is so Exhausted, it would not supply
You if you had really a desire for one,
Your Spirits are wasted.
Guz.
Why you dog, d'ye take me for a boys
Pot-Gun, without any pith in my back.
Enter Servant.
Ser.
Here's a Young woman would speak
with Guzman.
Guz.
A young Woman, bring her in.
Surg.
If she be a young woman keep her out.
Guz.
Hark you Diaculum-Dauber, let her come in.
Sur.
She shall not come in.
Guz.
Shan't she, Urinall-peeper.
Sur.
No.
Sirrah, bring her up:
Sur.
Sirrah, keep her down.
Guz.
Bring her up, or I'le Murder thee.
Sur.
Bring her up, and I'le poison thee.
Guz.
I will bomb thee with thy own Gally-
Pots then.
Sur.
What mean you?
Guz.
To try Experiments upon
You with your own Slops and Salves;—
There's a Bowlus for you, there's a Potion,
There's a Glyster, there's a Julip,
There's an Oyntment.
[Flings Pots and Viols at him runs.
Sur.
Help, Murder.
Guz.
Take 3 Spoonfulls fasting of this, and sweat after this;
And sleep after this; hang your self at the last, and
Be dam'd after all.
Exit after the Chirurgeon.
Scene Changes to Don Francisco's Garden.
Enter Carlos and Biancha.
Carl.
Indeed this goodness far exceeds my thoughts,
I could not hope such mercy from your wrongs;
But as you Copyed Heav'n in suffering 'em,
You seem still more Divine in your Forgiveness.
Bia.
The Frailties of my passion were too great
For me to hide
I would have smother'd it and kept it down
In the dark Dungeon of forgetfullness,
But oh! The Barrs of Virgin-Decency
Were all too weak to bind the Prisoner in,
Like strugling winds in hollow Caverns pent,
It burst my feeble Breast, and Sigh'd its way out.
Then, as the Clouds by Grumbling, Thunder forc't,
In showers it gush'd from my o're-swelling Orbs.
Car.
They have at length moisten'd this stubborn Clay,
And made it plyable to thy desires: work me
Like Yielding wax, I'le fashion with thy will,
And figure with the wishes of thy Soul.
Bia.
Oh happy Change!
Heav'n cannot more rejoice when Sinners sigh,
Then I for thy Conversion.
Nor can a Soul convinc'd of long liv'd Errors,
Embrace the blessed Truth with more delight,
Then I my Dear Biancha.
Thus let me shew my humble Penitence,
[kneels.]
Here let me languish for my past Offence,
And take forgiveness at my Alters Feet.
Bia.
Thus the kind Oracle enjoyns thy Penance,
Love her who has thy tedious absence mourn'd;
Nor cease, till by Biancha thou art scorn'd.
Carl.
Yet nearer, nearer yet.
Bia.
Lock me within thee,
[Embracing.]
Carl.
Oh! Mercy—
Bia.
Love.
Carl.
Goodness on Goodness,
There is but one that's just in thy whole Sex,
And thou art She.
Enter Pedro and Francisco.
Fra.
Joy, Joy, Eternal Joy, rise my blessings,
Ped.
My Comforts.
Carl.
Sir, for what's past—
[to Pedro.]
Ped.
No Excuses, she's thine, and thou art hers;
What's past be forgotten, and what's to come
Keep to your selves.
Fra.
I long to see them one, ah! Carlos, Carlos, that I were in a
Condition to take thy place that Night; but no matter, I'll tell thee
how I did at thy Age, and if thou can'st out-fling thy Daddy a Barr's
length, much good do thy Spouze with it.
Ped.
I warrant you Brother, she'll match him, or she's a Bastard
by the Mother's side; but Brother—
Fra.
Brother—
Ped.
You stand to what we've agreed on.
Fra.
Do I hope to be a Grand-father—to see a—chopping Rogue
come out of thy Parcely-Bed, and hear it cry Granny, Daddy.—If
thou dost not get her with Child in a Month, by the Champion of
Spain I'll do't my self.
Little Rogue you, or I shall marry thee my—
Self, and put his nose out of Joynt. Go, go.
[Exeunt Carl. and Bia.
Lord I am so wanton,
My Blood's as warm as
Five and twenty Brother. How do you feel your self?
I am at frozen Sixty Brother, Nature has no such Extasies in
my Veins.
Fra.
Why truly, I think mine is but a flash,
Yet we have been Brother—
Ped.
Ay! We have have been Brother—
Fra.
A Pox o'this Inclination without Power,
But the Comfort is, the young Rogues will be old
Like us, and love to talk on't when they are
Past the Action.—But come, let us follow our
Intentions, and go where we resolv'd.
Ped.
I wait on you.
Fra.
Well, this Boy and this Baggage puts me so in mind
Of the Night I got her in—
Ped.
Well, think no more on't.
Fra.
Ah Brother!
Old Souldiers, their past Actions, love to own.
Ped.
Ah Brother!
And often Brag of more then has been done.
[Exeunt.
Scene changes to Don Lopez his House.
Enter Dorothea and Feliciana.
Fel.
Then Carlos is recover'd?
Dor.
Thanks to my Stars, I hear so.
Fel.
Well, I have sent to this Antonio to come to me to Night, I find
I am a Fool, and ask you pardon for all I have said of Silvio.
Dor.
I rejoyce in your Repentance.
Fel.
But what's become of Silvio?
Dor.
Why, he's safe, under the care of Signior Octavio, a neighbouring
Merchant, an Ancient Friend of his Fathers; But I have sent to him
concerning Carlos's recovery, and he will come to night; I have told
my Father he's the Brother of your Lover, and he approves of his
Amour.—but here he comes, Ill tell you more anon.
Enter Lopez.
Lop.
Well Children, have you heard any more concerning Carlos?
Dor.
Nothing but that he's forward on his Recovery,
Lop.
Well, and when did you see Antonio?
Fel.
Not since yesterday.
Lop.
I think I have provided well for you, you young Baggage;
You'll taste man earlier by three years then your Mother, take heed
you don't surfeit Filly.
Oh! Preach that to the Men, they are apt to be soonest cloyd.
Lop.
Well Dory, I have consider'd concerning this Silvio; If it be
prov'd Adtonio and he are Brothers, take thy choice, I'll not Interrupt
thee.
Dor.
I humbly thank you Sir, and hope he'll prove he merits me.
Enter Servant.
Serv.
Sir, Supper waits.
Lop.
Ads me, come Girls, come, my Appetite's provoking.
Fel.
Sister bear up.
Thou'lt have thy man near doubt, and so shall I,
'Twere hard for our first Longings we should dye.
[Exeunt.
Scene the Street.
Enter Silvio and Merchant.
Sil.
I have told you all the Progress of my Love,
And ever must acknowledge your Assistance,
The Hazards I have vanquish'd, give me hopes
I may at last possess what I have toil'd for;
I only want to find my Brother out;
Likewise, I beg you'd go with me this Night
To satisfie Don Lopez what I am.
Mer.
You may be sure, all I can serve you in is full as welcom to
my Soul, as to your own.
Sil.
And what you have told me of Don Carlos,
Relating to the Daughter of Don Pedro,
Together with his bless'd recovery,
Creates in me a double Joy.
SONG.
And view, a Slave impatient of thy Sight;
Behold a Wretch by thee undone,
Whose Heart is all thy own.
Oh! Guide him in this starless Night,
And let thy Eyes create new Light.
Mer.
Whom have we here?
Sil.
Some Serenading Gallants to my Mistress,
If they stay long I shall be rude to 'em.
Mer.
Let us observe 'em, I may chance to know 'em.
Count.
Come, come, place your selves ready, and take care your
Simphany's and Retournels, and your what de Callums, come in good time;
Come strike, strike the key there.
And my constant Affection I hope they will nourish;
For if my Amour Dorothea don't cherish,
By the Lord I am likely, most likely to perish.
Gad this don't do I believe, I am whorse, and she don't hear my
Musick.
Sil.
Sir, I have some Affairs in this Family, which oblige me to
wait here, and it would conduce much to my designs if you would
please to retire.
Don.
Sir, I have some Affairs in this Family, which oblige me
to wait here, and it would conduce much to my designs if you would
go about your business.
Sil.
I am about Sir.
Don.
So I am about mine Sir, may the Eyes of my Mistress—
Sil.
Heark ye Sir, If you will not quit your post,
I must endeavour to force you.
Don.
Force me, draw Fidlers.
[Silvio draws, and the Merchant, and beat 'em off crying Murder.
Scene changes to a Garden Wall.
Enter Lopez with a Torch, and his Sword draws.
Lop.
What cry of Murder's this?
Enter Silvio.
Who's there?
Sil.
A Gentleman.
Lop.
Of whence.
Of England, and going to my Lodging was set upon by Villains,
If you have Honour give me your Protection.
Lop.
Question not what I have, but follow me.
Scene changes to the inside of a Garden.
Lop.
Here, step into that Arbor, I'll go and see if my Servants be
remov'd, that you may be safe; I'll be with you presently, for if the
Corrigedore be rais'd—
Sil.
By Heaven! this is the Father of my Love,
What will become of me?
Enter Farmosa.
Fra.
Well; we Confidents have a sad time on't, up at all hours, and
ready upon all Occasions; And for Lying no People come near us. I
sent Antonio the key of the Garden, and this is the time he was order'd
to be in the Arbor, I think I see him, hist!
Sil.
What shall I say, by Heaven this is some Appointment with a
Rival, Oh false Dorothea!
Fa.
Nay, come—
Sil.
I will have Patience to see the end of this.
Fa.
Lord 'tis very dark! well, it's a pleasant time for Lovers, if I had
a Gallant I should love the dark excessively.
Sil.
What does the old Hagg mean?
Fa.
If a man had a mind to ravish me in the dark,
I swear, I believe I should not dare to cry out.
Sil.
Come lead me to your Mistress
Far.
Well, you have the softest hand that ever I felt.
Sil.
Here's something to soften thine.
Far.
This was not the thing I meant;
He's so dull I cannot perswade him to be rude.—this Climate has
such a heavy Influence on man in England, now the Maids are often
their Mistresses Tasters; Come then, since you are so stupid—
Sil.
Oh! Women, Women, Why do men believe 'em.
[Exeunt.
Enter Antonio.
Ant.
This Garden is so large, and 'tis so dark, I scarce can grope
this Arbour out. Oh! for my Mistress on a soft bed of Roses, yielding
as I am, with transported Sighs, then blubbering for the Joy her
Love had lost—with one hand pushing me, the other griping, till by
repeated bliss her griefs forget, and she rejoyces in the flame she
dreaded. Oh! here's the Arbor, would my Guide would come.
Lop.
Come Sir, all's clear, and I'll preserve you till the search is
over, and then take care for your escape.
Ant.
Escape, the Devil, what can this mean.
Lop.
Nay, Come Sir, come.
Ant.
I dare not disobey, but what the Event will be, Fortune knows.
Scene changes to Farmosa's Bed-Chamber.
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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