Don Guzman
is arriv'd in the River, and I expect him ashore To-morrow.
Isab. Ha, To-morrow!
Lop. He writes me Word, That his Estate in Holland is
worth 12000 Crowns a Year, which, together with what
he had before, will make thee the happiest Wife in Lisbon.
Isab. And the most unhappy Woman in the World. Oh
Sir! If I have any Power in your Heart, if the Tenderness
of a Father be not quite extinct, hear me with Patience.
Lop. No Objection against the Marriage, and I will hear
whatever thou hast to say.
Isab. That's torturing me on the Rack, and forbidding
me to groan; upon my Knees I claim the Privilege of
Flesh and Blood. (Kneels.)
Lop. I grant it, thou shalt have an Arm full of Flesh and
Blood To-morrow; Flesh and Blood, quotha; Heaven
forbid I should deny thee Flesh and Blood, my Girl.
Inis. Here's an old Dog for you. (Aside.)
Isab. Do not Mistake, Sir; the fatal Stroke which
separates Soul and Body, is not more terrible to the
Thoughts of Sinners, than the Name of Guzman to my Ear.
Lop. Puh, Puh; you lye, you lye.
Isab. My frighted Heart beats hard against my Breast,
as if it sought a Passage to your Feet, to beg you'd change
your Purpose.
Lop. A very pretty Speech this; if it were turn'd into
blank Verse, it would serve for a Tragedy; why, thou hast
more Wit than I thought thou hadst, Child.—I fancy
this was all extempore, I don't believe thou did'st ever
think of one Word on't before.
Inis. Yes, but she has, my Lord, for I have heard her
say the same Things a thousand Times.
Lop. How, how? What do you top your second-hand
Jests upon your Father, Hussy, who knows better what's
good for you than you do yourself? remember 'tis your
Duty to obey.
Isab. (Rising.) I never disobey'd before, and wish I had
not Reason now; but Nature has got the better of my
Duty, and makes me loath the harsh Commands you lay.
Lop. Ha, ha, very fine! Ha, ha.
Isab. Death itself wou'd be more welcome.
Lop. Are you sure of that?
Isab. I am your Daughter, my Lord, and can boast as
strong a Resolution as yourself; I'll die before I'll marry
Guzman.
Lop. Say you so? I'll try that presently. (Draws.)
Here let me see with what Dexterity you can breathe a
Vein now (offers her his Sword.) The Point is pretty sharp,
'twill do your Business I warrant you.
Inis. Bless me, Sir, What do you mean to put a Sword
into the Hands of a desperate Woman?
Lop. Desperate, ha, ha, ha, you see how desperate she
is; what art thou frighted little Bell? ha!
Isab. I confess I am startled at your Morals, Sir.
Lop. Ay, ay, Child, thou hadst better take the Man,
he'll hurt thee the least of the two.
Isab. I shall take neither, Sir; Death has many Doors,
and when I can live no longer with Pleasure, I shall find
one to let him in at without your Aid.
Lop. Say'st thou so, my dear Bell? Ods, I'm afraid thou
art a little Lunatick, Bell. I must take care of thee Child,
(takes hold of her, and pulls out of his Pocket a Key) I
shall make bold to secure thee, my Dear: I'll see if Locks
and Bars can keep thee till Guzman comes; go, get you
into your Chamber.
There I'll your boasted Resolution try,
And see who'll get the better, you or I.
[Pushes her in, and locks the Door.
SCENE, a Room in Don Pedro's House.
Enter Donna Violante reading a Letter, and Flora
following.
Flora. What, must that Letter be read again?
Vio. Yes, and again, and again, and again,
a thousand Times again; a Letter from a faithful Lover
can ne'er be read too often; it speaks such kind, such soft,
such tender Things— (Kisses it.)
Flo. But always the same Language.
Vio. It does not charm the less for that.
Flo. In my Opinion nothing charms that does not
change; and any Composition of the four and twenty Letters,
after the first Essay, from the same Hand, must be
dull, except a Bank Note, or a Bill of Exchange.
Vio. Thy Taste is my Aversion—(Reads)
My all that's
charming, since Life's not Life exil'd from thee, this Night
shall bring me to thy Arms. Frederick and thee are all I
trust: These six Weeks Absence has been in Love's Accompt
six hundred Years; when it is dark, expect the
wonted Signal at thy Window, till when, adieu, thine
more than his own.
Felix.
Flo. Who wou'd not have said as much to a Lady of
her Beauty, and twenty thousand Pounds.—Were I a
Man, methinks I could have said a hundred finer Things;
I wou'd have compar'd your Eyes to the Stars, your Teeth
to Ivory, your Lips to Coral, your Neck to Alabaster,
your Shape to—
Vio. No more of your Bombast, Truth is the best Eloquence
in a Lover.—What Proof remains ungiven of his
Love? When his Father threatned to disinherit him, for
refuting Don Antonio's Sister, from whence sprung this unhappy
Quarrel, did it shake his Love for me? And now,
tho' strict Enquiry runs thro' every Place, with large Rewards
to apprehend him, does he not venture all for me?
Flo. But you know, Madam, your Father Don Pedro
designs you for a Nun, and says your Grandfather left you
your Fortune upon that Condition.
Vio. Not without my Approbation, Girl, when I come
to one and Twenty, as I am inform'd. But however, I
shall run the Risk of that; go call in Lissardo.
Flo. Yes, Madam; now for a Thousand Verbal Questions.
[Exit, and enter with Lissardo.
Vio. Well, and how do you do, Lissardo?
Liss. Ah, very weary, Madam—Faith thou look'st wondrous
pretty, Flora. (Aside to Flora.)
Vio. How came you?
Liss. En Cavalier, Madam, upon a Hackney-Jade,
which they told me formerly belong'd to an English Colonel.
But I should have rather thought she had been
bred a good Roman Catholick all her Life-time; for she
down on her Knees to every Stock and Stone we came
along by. My Chaps waters for a Kiss, they do, Flora.
(Aside to Flora.)
Flo. You'd make one believe you are wondrous fond,
now.
Vio. Where did you leave your Master?
Liss. Od, if I had you alone House-Wife, I'd show you
how fond I cou'd be—(Aside to Flora) At a little Farm-House,
Madam, about five Miles off; he'll be at Don
Frederick's, in the Evening—Od, I will so revenge myself
of those Lips of thine. (to Flora.)
Vio. Is he in Health?
Flo. Oh, you counterfeit wondrous well. (to Liss.)
Liss. No, every Body knows I counterfeit very ill. (to Flora.)
Vio. How say you? Is Felix ill? What's his Distemper?
Ha!
Liss. A pies on't, I hate to be interrupted—Love,
Madam, Love—In short, Madam, I believe he has
thought of nothing but your Ladyship ever since he left
Lisbon. I am sure he cou'd not, if I may judge of his
Heart by my own.
[Looking lovingly upon Flora.
Vio. How came you so well acquainted with your
Master's Thoughts, Lissardo?
Liss. By an infallible Rule, Madam; Words are the
Pictures of the Mind, you know; now to prove he thinks
of nothing but you, he talks of nothing but you—for
Example, Madam, coming from shooting t'other Day,
with a Brace of Partridges, Lissardo, said he, go bid the
Cook roast me these Violante's—I flew into the Kitchin,
full of Thoughts of thee, cry'd, here Cook, roast me these
Florella's. (to Flora.)
Flo. Ha, ha, excellent—You mimick your Master
then it seems.
Liss. I can do every Thing as well as my Master, you
little Rogue:—Another Time, Madam, the Priest came
to make him a Visit, he call'd out hastily, Lissardo, said
he, bring a Violante for my Father to sit down on;—then
he often mistook my Name, Madam, and call'd me
Violante; in short, I heard it so often, that it became as
familiar to me as my Prayers.
Vio. You liv'd very merrily then it seems.
Liss. Oh, exceeding merry, Madam.
[Kisses Flora's Hand.
Vio. Ha! exceeding merry; had you Treats and Balls?
Liss. Oh! Yes, yes, Madam, several.
Flo. You are mad, Lissardo, you don't mind what my
Lady says to you. (Aside to Lissardo.)
Vio. Ha! Balls—Is he so merry in my Absence?
And did your Master dance, Lissardo?
Liss. Dance Madam! Where Madam?
Vio. Why, at those Balls you speak of.
Liss. Balls! What Balls Madam?
Vio. Why, sure you are in Love, Lissardo; did not you
say, but now, you had Balls where you have been?
Liss. Balls, Madam! Od'slife, I ask your Pardon, Madam!
I, I, I, had mislaid some Wash-Balls of my Master's
t'other day; and because I could not think where I had
laid them, just when he ask'd for them, he very fairly broke
my Head, Madam, and now it seems I can think of nothing
else. Alas! He dance, Madam! No, no, poor
Gentleman, he is as melancholy as an unbrac'd Drum.
Vio. Poor Felix! There, wear that Ring for your Master's
Sake, and let him know, I shall be ready to receive
him.
[Exit Vio.
Liss. I shall Madam—(puts on the Ring) methinks a
Diamond Ring is a vast Addition to the little Finger of a
Gentleman. (admiring his Hand.)
Flo. That Ring must be mine—Well Lissardo! What
Haste you make to pay off Arrears now? Look how the
Fellow stands!
Liss. Egad, methinks I have a very pretty Hand—and
very white—and the Shape!—Faith, I never
minded it so much before!—In my Opinion it is a very
fine shap'd Hand—and becomes a Diamond Ring, as
well as the first Grandee's in Portugal.
Flo. The Man's transported! Is this your Love! This
your Impatience!
Liss. (Takes Snuff.) Now in my Mind—I take Snuff
with a very Jantee Air—Well, I am persuaded I want
nothing but a Coach, and a Title, to make me a very fine
Gentleman. (Struts about.)
Flo. Sweet Mr. Lissardo, (curtesying) if I may presume
to speak to you, without affronting your little Finger.—
Liss. Odso Madam, I ask your Pardon—Is it to me,
or to the Ring—you direct your Discourse, Madam?
Flo. Madam! Good lack! How much a Diamond
Ring improves one!
Liss. Why, tho' I say it—I can carry myself as well
as any Body—But what wer't thou going to say Child?
Flor. Why I was going to say, that I fancy you had
best let me keep that Ring; it will be a very pretty Wedding-Ring,
Lissardo, would it not?
Liss. Humph! Ah! But—but—but—I believe
I shan't marry yet a while.
Flo. You shan't you say—Very well! I suppose you
design that Ring for Inis.
Liss. No, no, I never bribe an old Acquaintance—Perhaps
I might let it sparkle in the Eyes of a Stranger a
little, till we come to a right Understanding—But then
like all other mortal Things, it would return from whence
it came.
Flor. Insolent—Is that your Manner of dealing?
Liss. With all but thee—Kiss me, you little Rogue
you. (Hugging her.)
Flor. Little Rogue! Prithee Fellow, don't be so familiar,
(pushing him away) if I mayn't keep your Ring, I can
keep my Kisses.
Liss. You can, you say! Spoke with the Air of a Chamber-maid.
Flor. Reply'd with the Spirit of a serving Man.
Liss. Prithee, Flora, don't let you and I fall out, I am
in a merry Humour, and shall certainly fall in somewhere.
Flor. What care I, where you fall in.
Enter Violante.
Vio. Why do you keep Lissardo so long, Flora? When
you don't know how soon my Father may awake, his Afternoon
Naps are never long.
Flor. Had Don Felix been with her, she wou'd not
have thought the Time long; these Ladies consider no
Body's Wants but their own. (Aside.)
Vio. Go, go, let him out, and bring a Candle.
Liss. I fly, Madam.
[Exit Liss. and Flora.
Vio. The Day draws in, and Night,—the Lover's
Friend—advances. Night more welcome than the Sun
to me, because it brings my Love.
Flor. (Shrieks within) Ah Thieves, Thieves! Murder,
Murder!
Vio. (Shrieks) Ah! defend me Heaven! What do I
hear? Felix is certainly pursu'd, and will be taken.
Enter Flora running.
Vio. How now! Why dost stare so? Answer me quickly!
What's the Matter?
Flo. Oh Madam! as I was letting out Lissardo, a Gentleman
rushed between him and I, struck down my Candle,
and is bringing a dead Person in his Arms into our
House.
Vio. Ha! a dead Person! Heaven grant it do's not
prove my Felix.
Flor. Here they are, Madam.
Enter Colonel with Isabella in his Arms.
Vio. I'll retire till you discover the Meaning of the Accident.
[Exit.
Col. (Sets Isabella down in the Chair, and addresses
himself to Flora.)
Madam.
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