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Show r •^•B 208 The MISTAKE* after dy'd. Your Father then was abfent, but your M o ther quick in Contrivance, bold in Execution, during that Infant's Sicknefs, had refolv'd his Death fhou'd aot deprive her Family of thofe Advantages his Life had given it; fo order'd things with fuch Dexterity, that once again there paft a Change between you : of this (for Reafons yet unknown to me) fhe made a Secret to her Husband, and took fuch wife Precautions, that till this Hour 'twas fo to all the World, except the Perfon from w h o m I n o w have heard it. Cam. This N e w s indeed affords a View of no unhappy Termination ; yet there are Difficulties ftill m ay be of fatal Hindrance. ifab. None, except that one I juft now nam'd to you ; for to remove the laft, know I have already unfolded all both to Alvarez and D o n Belix. Cam. And how have they receiv'd it ? Ifab. T o your Wifhes both. As for Lorenzo, he is yet a Stranger to all has paft, and the two old Fathers de-lire he may fome moments longer continue fo. They have agreed to be a little merry with the Heats he is in, and engage you in a Family-Quarrel with him. Cam. I doubt, Ifabella, I fhall a d that Part but faintly. Ifab. N o matter, you'll make amends for it in the Scene of Reconciliation. Cam. Pray Heav'n it be m y Lot to aft it with him. Ifab. Here comes D o n Felix to wifh you Joy. Enter Don Felix. D o n Tel. C o m e near, m y Daughter, and with extended Arms of great Affection let m e receive thee. [Kiffes her.] Thou art a dainty Wench, good faith thou art, and 'tis a mettled Action thou haft done ; if Lor en- 70 don't like thee the better for't, Cods m y Lift, he's a pitiful Fellow,and I fhan't believe the bonny old M a n had the getting of him. Cam. I'm fo encourag'd by your Forgivenefs, Sir, methinks i have fome flattering Hopes of his. DOB The M I S T A K E . 209 D o n Tel. O f his ! l'gad and he had beft, I believe he'll meet with his Match if he don't. What do'ft think of trying his Courage a little, by way of a Joke or fo ? Ifab. I was juft telling her your Defign, Sir. D o n Tel. W h y I'm in a mighty witty way upon this whimfical Occafion ; but 1 fee him coming. You muft not appear yet ; go your way in to the reft of the People there, and I'll inform him what a Squabble he has work'd himfelf into here. [Exeunt Camillo and Ifabella. Enter Lorenzo and Lopez. Lop. Pray, Sir, don't be fo obftinate now, don't affront Heav'n at this rate. I had a Vifion laft Night a-bout this Bufinefs on purpofe to forewarn you ; I dreamt of Goofe-Eggs, a blunt Knife, and the Snuff of a Candle ; I'm fure there's Mifchief towards. Lor. You cowardly Rafcal, hold your tongue. Don Fel. Lorenzo, come hither, m y Boy, I was juft going to fend for thee. The Honour of our antient Family lies in thy hands ; there is a Combat preparing, thou muft fight, m y Son. Lop. Look you there now, did not I tell you ? O Dreams are wondrous things, I never knew that Snuff of a Candle fail yet. Lor. Sir, I do not doubt but Carlos feeks m y Life, I hope he'll do it fairly. Lop. Fairly, do you hear, fairly ! Give m e leave to tell you, Sir, Folks are not fit to be trufted with Lives, that don't know how to look better after 'em. Sir, you gave it him, I hope you'll make him take a little more care on't. Don Fel. M y Care fhall be to make him do as a M an of Honour ought to do. Lop. What, will you let him fight then ? Let your own Flefh and Blood fight ? D o n Fel. In a good Caufe, as this is. Lop. O Monfirum Horrendum ! N o w I have that Humanity about me, that if a M a n but talks to m e of fighting, I fhiver at the name on't. 9 D? Lor* |
