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Show sco The M I S T A K E. clofe; he pulls off her Headclothes, and fhe his Wig, and then part, fije running to her Mifirefsr he to his Mafier. Jacin. I think, Madam, w e have clearly the better on't. Leo. For a proof, I refolve to keep the Field. Jacin. Have a care he don't rally and beat you yet tho : pray walk off. Leo. Fear nothing. San. H o w the Armies ftand and gaze at one another after the Battel ! What think you, Sir, of fhewing your felf a great General, by making an honourable Retreat ? Car. I fcorn it: O h Leonora I Leonora / A Heart like mifie fhould not be treated thus. Leo. Carlos / Carlos 7 I have not deferv'd this U-fage. Car. Barbarous Leonora ! but 'tis ufelefs to reproach you ; fhe that is capable of what you have done is form'd too cruel ever to repent of it. Go on then Tyrant ; make your Blifs compleat; torment m e ftill for ftill, alas ! I love enough to be tormented. Leo. A h Carlos ! little d o you k n o w the tender Movements of that thing you name ; the Heart where Love prefides, admits no Thought againft the Honour of its Ruler. Car. 'Tis not to call that Honour into doubt, if con-fcious of our o w n Unworthinefs, we interpret every Frown to our Deftruction. Leo. W h e n Jealoufy proceeds from fuch humble Ap-prehenfions, it fhews it felf with more Refpecl than yours has done. Car. And where a Heart is guiltlefs, it eafily forgives a greater Crime. Leo. Forgivenefs is not n o w in our Debate ; if both have been in fault, 'tis fit that both fhould fuffer for it j our Separation will do Juftice on us. Car. But fince w e are our felves the Judges of our Crimes, what if w e fhould inflid a gentler Punifhment? Lcoi 'Twou'd but encourage us to fin again. Car. The M I S T A K E . 201 Car. And if it fhou'd Leo. 'Twou'd give a frefh Occafion for the pleafing Exercife ot Mercy. Car. Right,; and fo w e aft the Part of Earth and Heav'n together, of Men and Gods, and tafte of both their Plea fur es. Leo. The Banquet's too inviting to refufe it. Car. Then thus let us fall on, and feed upon't for ever. [Carries her off, embracing her, and kiffing her Hand. Leo. Ah W o m a n ! foolifh, foolifh W o m a n ! San. Very foolifh indeed. Jacint. But don't expect Til follow her Example. San. You wou'd, Mopfy, if I'd let you; Jacint. I'd fooner tear m y Eyes out -, ah • that fhe had a little of m y Spirit in her. San. I believe I fhall find thou haft a great deal of her Flefh, m y Charmer; but 'twon't do ; I a m all Rock, hard Rock, very Marble. Jacint. A very Pumice-ftone, you Rafcal you, if one wou'd try thee; but to prevent thy Humilities, and fhew thee all Submiftion would be vain ; to convince the* thou haft nothing but Mifery and Defpair before thee, here- take back thy paultry Thimble, and be in m y Debt, for the Shirts 1 have made thee with it. San. Nay, if y'are at that Sport, Miftrefs, I believe I-fhall lofe nothing by the Balance of thy Prefents. There, take thy Tobacco-ftopper, and ftop thy Jacin. Here--take thy Sattin Pincufhion, with thy curious half hundred of Pins in't, thou mad'ft fuch a vapouring about yefterday : Tell them carefully, there's not one wanting. San. There's thy Ivory-hafted Knife again, whet it well ; *tis fo blunt 'twill cut nothing but Love. Jacint. And there's thy pretty Pocket-Sciffars thou haft honour'd m e with, they'll cut off a Leg or an Arm, Heav'n blefs them. San. Here's the inchanted Handkerchief you were pleas'd to endear with your precious Blood, when the x ___ ^. j Violence |