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Show J 160 The MISTAKE; not one hollow Line of a Villain in it : M e n of my Fabrick don't ufe to be fufpe&ed for Knaves ; and when you take us for Fools, w e never take you for wife Men, For m y part, in this prefent Cafe, I take m y felf to be mighty deep. A Stander-by, Sir, fees more than a Gamefter. You are pleas'd to be jealous of your poor Miftrefs without a Caufe, fhe ufes you but too well, in m y humble Opinion ; fhe fees you, and talks with you, till I a m quite tired on't fometimes -, and your Rival that you are fo fcar'd about, forces a Vifit upon her, about once in a Fortnight. Car. Alas, thou art ignorant in thefe Affairs, he that's the civilly'ft receiv'd is often the leaft car'dfor : Women appear warm to one, to hide a Flame for another. Lorenzo in fhort appears too compos'd of late to be a-re jetted Lover, and the Indifference he fhews upon the Favours I feem to receive from her, poifons the Pleafure I elfe fhould tafte in them, and keeps m e upon a perpetual Rack. No- I would fain fee fome of his jealous Tranfports, have him fire at the fight o'me, contradict m e whenever I fpeak, affront m e wherever he meets me, challenge me, fight m e - - San. .Run you through the Guts. Car. But he's too calm, his Heart's too much at eafe, to leave m e mine at Reft. San. But, Sir, you forget that there are two ways for our Hearts to get at eafe ; when our Miftreffes come to be very fond of us, or w e - - not to care a Fig for them. N o w fuppofe, upon the Rebukes you know he has had, it fhould chance to be the latter. Car. Again thy Ignorance apper.rs; Alas, a Lover who has broke his Chain will fhun the Tyrant that en-ilav'd him, Indifference never is his Lot, he loves or hates for ever $ and if his Miftrefs prove another's Prize, he cannot calmly fee her in his Arms. San. For m y part, Mafter, I'm not Co great a Phi-lofopher as you be, nor (thank m y Stars) fo bitter a Lover, but what I f e e - ~ _ that I generally believe; and when Jacinta tells m e fhe loves m e dearly, I have good Thoughts enough of m y Perfon never to doubt the Truth on't. See, here the Baggage comes. En* The M I S T A K E . 161 Enter Jacinta with a Letter. Hift ! Jacinta / m y Dear. Jacin. Who's that ? Blunderbufs ! Where's vour Mafter ? '• San. Hard by. [Shewing him. Jacin. O, Sir, I'm glad I have found you at laft ; I believe 1 have travell'd five Miles after you, and could neither find you at home, nor in the Walks, nor at Church, nor at the Opera, n o r _ San. Nor any where elfe, where he was not to be found ; if you had look'd for him where he was, 'twas ten to one but you had met with him. Jacin. I had, Jack-a-dandy ! Car. But, prithee, what's the matter ? W h o fent you after m e ? Jacin. O n e who's never well but when me fees you, 1 think •, 'twas m y Lady* Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter m y felf, but am not able ; the Blefling's too great to be m y Lot: Yet 'tis not well to trifle with m e \ how fhort foe'er I am in other Merit, the Tendernefs I have for Leonora claims fomething from her Generofity, I fhould not be deluded. Jacin. And why do you think you are ? * methinks (lie's pretty well above board with you, what muft be done more to fatisfy you ? San. W h y , Lorenzo muft hang himfelf, and then w e are content. Jacin. H o w ! Lorenzo ! San. If lefs will do, he'll tell you. Jacin. W h y , you are not mad, Sir, are you? Jea* bus of him ! Pray which way may this have got into your Head ? I took you for a M a n of Senfe before.. Is this your Doings, Log ? \f£° Sancho. San. N o , Forfooth Pert, I'm not much given to Suspicion, as you can tell, Mrs. Forward If I were, I might find more caufe, I guefs, than your Miftrefs has given our Mafter here. But I have fo many pretty Thoughts of m y o w n Perfon, Houfewife, more than I have of yours, that I ftand in dread of no Man. ' Jaan. |
