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Show 8 4 The Rival-Ladies. IJJUt, [ToAjaxd. Jul. O would The lofs of that difpcnce with Duty in me, H o w gladly would I fufler it! And yet If I durft queftion it, methinks'tis harbH What right have Parents over Children, more Than Birds have o'er their young; yet they impofe N o rich Plum'd Miftrefs on their Father'd Sons; But leave their Love, more open yet and free Than all the Fields of Air, their fpacious Birth-right. [Gonfalvo Teems to beg Manuel not to be harfi. Man. Nay, good Gonfalvo trouble not your felf, Thc re is no other way, when 'tis once done She'll thank m e for't. Jul. I ne'er expected other ufage from you; A kind Brother you have been tome, And to m y Sifter : You have fent they fay T o Barcellona, that m y Aunt fhould force her T o marry the old Don you brought her. Hip. W h o could / That once had feen Gonfalvo1* Face? Alas fhe little thinks I a m fo near / [ Afide '. Alan. Mind not what fhe fays; A word with you (To Gonfalvo. Amid. Don Manuel'Eyes m e ftrangely ; the beft is He never faw m e yet but at a diftance : . • M y Brother's jealoufie (who ne'er intended I.fhould be his) reftrain'd our near Converfe. Jul. M y pretty Youth, I a m inforc'd to truft thee With m y moft near concerns; Friend I havejione, , If thou deny'ft to help me. Amid. Anything T o break your Marriage with m y Matter. Jul. Go to Rodorick, and tell him m y Condition: But tell it as from thy felf, not me. Amid. That you are fore'd to Marry. Jul. But do not ask him To fuccour m e ; if of himfelf he will not'. I feorn a Love that muft be taught its Duty. Man. What Youth is that? I mean the little one ? Gonf. I took him up laft Night. Man. A fweet-fae'd Boy, I like him ftrangely : Would you part with him ? Amid. Alas, Sir, I am good for no Body- But for m y Matter. Hip. Sir, I'll do your Errand. Another time for letting Julia go. Man. Come, Sir; r n i T ^ y ^ S y°u r Pardon for a moment, ' III but difpatch fome bufinefs in m y Ship, And wait upon you prefently. ^Man. We'll go before. I'll make fure Rodorick fhall never have her; And 'tis at leaft fome Pleafure to deftroy His Happinefs, who ruin'd firft m y Joy T Gonf. A^£^#*^ »k<bef<» *w m«.*n**i Is not t'enjoy but Ravifli Happinefs: • xet w o m e n pardon force, becaufe they find T, ft vl° I"'™ f L ° V e isftiUmoft kind: u/V i ? e P o t s o fwell built Comedies, K ™ V^x"**' w h e n moftthe>dofurprizc IX? Amideo; . y^id my Caufe, but canaot yield m ^ o v c . tExit. A CT The Rival Ladies. He A C T III. The SCENE a great Room in Don Manuel's Houfe. Hippolito Solus. MY Matter bid me fpeak for him to Julia: Hard fate that I a m made a confident Againft m y felf; Yet though unwillingly I took the Office, I would perform it well: But how can I PrOve lucky to his Love, w h o to m y o wn A m fo unfortunate / H e trufts his Paffion Like him that ventures all his Stock at once O n an unlucky hand: Enter Amideo* Amid. Where is the Lady Julia} Hip. What new Treafon Againft m y Matter's Love have you contriv'd With her ? Amid. I fhall not render you account. Enter Julia. Jul. I fent for him; yet if he comes there's danger; Yet if he does not, I forever lofe him. W h a t can I wifh ? And yet I wifh him here / Only to take the care of m e from me. Weary with fitting out a lofing hand, 'Twill be fome eafe to fee another play it. Yefterday I refus'd to Marry him, T o day I run into his Arms unask'd ; Like a mild Prince incroach'd upon by Rebels, Love yielded much, till Honour ask'd for all. [Sees Hippolito.7 H o w now, where's Rodorick ? (fees Amideo) • I meanGonfalvo ? Hip. You would do well to meet him: Amid. Meet him/ You fhall notdo't: I'll throw m y felf Like a young fawning Spaniel in your way So often, you fhall never move a ftep But you fhall tread on me. Jul. You need not beg m e: I would as foon meet a Siren, as fee him. Hip» His fweetnefs for thofe frowns no fubjeft finds: Seas are the Field of Combat for the Winds i Butwhen they fweep along fomefiowry Coasl, # Their Wing: move mildly, and their Rage is loft. Jul. T # that which makes me more Unfortunate: Becaufe his fweetnefs muft upbraid my hate. The Wounds of Fortune touch menotfo near; I can my Fate, but not his Virtue bear. For my difdain with my efleem is rais'd; He moft is hated when he moft isprais'd: Such an efteem, as like a Storm appears, Which rifes but fr Ship-wrack what it bears. Hip. Infimdn dwells upon my kindnefs fure, Since it deftroys ev'n thofe whom it would Cure. [Cms, and Extt Hippojlto. Amid. Still weep Hippolito ; to m e thy Tears Are Soveraign, as thofe drops the Balm-Tree fweats • But, Madam, are you fure you fhou'd not love him / I ftill fear • Jul. Thy fear will never let thee be a Man: Amid. Indeed I think it won't, AlJounle.; WW eh aatre Nneowws from Roderick^ |
