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Show 164 The M I S T A K E. Lor. That's every generous Lover's Cafe, no doubt • an Angel could not fire m y Heart but with an equal Flame, Car. And yet you faid you ftill lov'd Leonora. Lor. And yet 1 faid I loved her. Car. Does fhe then return you Lor. Every thing m y Pafllon can require. Car. Its Wants are fmaJJ, I find. Lor. Extended as the Heavens. Car. I pity you. Lor. H e muft be a Deity that does Co. Car. Yet I'm a Mortal, and once more can pity you, AJas, Lorenzo, 'tis a poor Cordial to an aching Heart^ to have the Tongue alone announce it happy; befides 'tis mean, you fhould be more a Man. Lor. I find I have made you an unhappy one, focan forgive the Boilings of your Spleen. Car. This feeming Calmnefs might have the Effect your Vanity propofes by it ; had I not a Teftimony of her Love would (fhould I fhew it) fink you to the Center. Lor. Yet ftill I'm calm as ever. Car. Nay, then have at your Peace. Read that, and end the Farce. (Gives him Leonora's Letter. Lor. reads.) I have read it. Car. And know the Hand ? Lor. 'Tis Leonora's ; I have often feen it. Car. I hope you then at laft are fatisfy'd. Lor. I am, (fmiling.) Good-morrow Carlos. (Exit Lor. San. Sure he's mad, Mafter. Car. Mad ! fay'ft thou ? San. And yet, By'r Lady, that was a fort of a dry fober Smile at going off. Car. A very fober one! Had he fhewn m e fuch a Letter, I had put on another Countenance. San. Ay, o' m y Confcience had you. Car. Here's Myftery in this I like it not. San. I fee his M a n and Confident there, LopeT. Shall I draw him on a Scotch Pair of Boots, Mafter, and make him tell all > Car, The M I S T A K E . ,6< ^Car. Some Queftions I muft ask him j call him b - San. Hem, Lopez, hem! Enter Lopez. Lop. W h o calls £ r San. I, and m y Mafter. Lop. 1 can't ftay. San. You can indeed, Sir. {Laying hold on him. Car. Whither in fuch hafte, honeft LopeT i What ' upon fome Love-Errand ? Lop. Sir, your Servant ; I ask your pardon, but I was going- Car. I guefs where; but you need not be m y of m e anymore, thy Mafter and'I are no longer Rivals, I have yielded up the Caufe >, the Lady will have it'fo, fo I fubmit. f.op. Is it polTible, Sir ? Shall I then live to fee my Mafter and you Friends again ? San. Yes 5 and what's better, thou and I fhall be Triends too. There will be no more fear of Chriftian Bloodfhed, I give thee up Jacinta ; fhe's a flippery Houfewife, fo Mafter and I are going to match our felves elfewhere. Lop. But is it pofllble, Sir, your Honour fhould be in earned: ? I'm afraid you are pleas'd to be merry with your poor humble Servant. Car. I'm not at prefent much difpos'd to Mirth, m y Indifference in this Matter is not fo thorowly form'd ; but m y Reafon has fo far mafter'd m y Paffion, tO fhew me 'tis in vain to purfue a W o m a n whofe Heart already is another's. 'Tis what I have fo plainly feen of late, I have rouz'd m y Refolution to m y Aid, and broke m y Chains for ever. Lop. Well, Sir, to be plain with you, this is the joy-fulleftNews I have heard this long timej for I always knew you to be a mighty honeft Gentleman, and good Faith it often went to the Heart o'me to fee you fo abu-fed. Dear, dear, have I often faid to m y felf (when they have had a private Meeting juft after you have been gone)* , „ Car. |
