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Show 7° The Rival-Ladies. Gonf. Some violence is offer'd in thc W ood By Robbers to a Traveller : Whoe'er Thou art, humanity obliges me To give thee fuccour. zWithin Hip. Help! Ah cruel M e n ! . V\fj* Gonf This way I think the voice came, 'tis not tar. t> LL l tJp£l7»?drZ and difcovers Hippolito bound to a Tree, and two iXobbers by him with drawn Swords. •z.Rob. Strip him, and let him go: i.Rob. Difpatch him quite; oft with his Doublet quickly. Hip. A h m e Unfortuuate! . , £>/fr Gonftlvo,fe.r */* 5iwr</ o / w «/>*«», runs him through ; //;«? after a lit tie refinance dijarms the other. •2. Rob. If you have Mercy in you fpare m y Life ; I never was contenting to a Deed So black as Murder, though m y Fellow urg'd m e : I only meant to Rob, and I a m punifht Enough, in miffingof m v Wicked aim. Gonf. D o they Rob Angels there? This fweet Youth has A Face fo like one which 1 lately few It makes your Crime of Kin to Sacrilege: But live ; and henceforth Take noble courfesto maintain your life : Here's fomething that will refcue you from want, . Till you can find employment. [Gives him Gold, andunbmds Hippolito. Hip. What ttrange adventure's this! H o w little hop'd I, W h e n thus difguis'd I ftole from Barcellona, T o be rcliev'd by grave Gonfalvo here ? {Afide. 2. Rob. That life you have preferv'd fhall ftill be yours ; And that you may perceive how much m y Nature Is wrought upon by this your generous Act; That goodnefs you have fhown to me, I'll ufe T o others for your fake, if you dare truft me A moment from your fight. Gonf. Nay, take your Sword, I will not fomuch crufha Budding virtue As to fufpect. Sweet Youth, you fhall not leave m e [Gives him his Sword. Exit Robber. Till I have feen you fate. Hip. You need not doubt it : Alas.' I find I cannot if I would ; lam but free to be a greater Slave : [Afide. H o w much ami oblig'd, Sir, to your Valour ? Gonf. Rather to your o w n fweetnefs, pretty Youth; You muft have been fome way preferv'd, though I Had not been near; m y Aid did but prevent Some miracle more flowly fetting out T o five fuch Excellence. Hip. H o w much more gladly could I hear thofe words, I f he that fpoke them knew he fpoke to m e ; [Afide. Enter the Robber again with Don Manuel, and Julia bound. M y Brother and m y Sifter PriVners too ! They cannot fure difcover m e through this Difgu ife; however I'll not venture it. [Steps behind the Trees. 2. Rob. This Gentleman and Lady [To Gonfalvo privately. Fellows bound. [Exit Robber. Man. W e muft prepare to die ; This is the Captain of the Picarons. Jul. Methinks he looks like one; I have a ttrange Averfion to that M a n ; He's fatal to me. . Gonf. I ne'er few Excellence in Woman-kind [Stares on her. 1 ill now, and yet difcern it at the firft : Perfection is dificover'd in a moment. that ne'er faw the Sun before, yet kno wshin?, Jul. 7'he Rival Ladies. jl - -1~ Jul. H o w the Villain flares upon m e! Gonf. Wonder prepares m y Soul, and then Love enters: But Wonder is fo clofe purfu'd by Love, That like a Fire, it warms as foon as born. Man. If w e muft die, what need thefe Circumftances ? Jul. Heav'n defend m e from him. Gonf. W h y Madam, can you doubt arudenefs from m e t Your very Fears and Griefs create an awe; Such Majefty they bear ; methinks I fee Your Soul retir'd within her inmoft Chamber, Like a fair Mourner fit in State, with all The filence P o m p of Sorrow round about he*. Man. Your Language does exprefs a M a n bred up T o worthier ways than thofe that follow now. Gonf. W h a t does he mean ? [/fide: Man. If (as it feems) you Love; Love is a Paffion Which kindles honour into noble Acts : Reitoremy Sifter's liberty ; oblige her, And fee what Gratitude will Work. Gonf. All this is ftranger yet. Man. What e'er a Brother's Power T o morrow can do for you, claim it boldly. Gonf. I know not w h y you think your felves m y Prismers; This Ladies freedom is a thing too precious T o be difpos M by any but her felf: But value this fmall fervice as you pleafe, Which you reward too prodigally, by Permitting m e to pay her more. Jul. Love from an Out-law ! From a Vilhan love/ If I have that Pow'r on thee thou pretend'ft, G o and purfue thy Mifchiefs, but prefume not T o follow m e : Come Brother. [Exeunt Julia, Manuel Gonf. Thofe foul names of Out-law, and of Villain, I never did deferve: They raife m y wonder. [Walks. Dull that I was, not to find this before / She took m e for the Captain ofthe Robbers: It muft be fo; I'll tell her her miftake. [Goes out haftily, and returns tmmedtatelfi She's gone, fhe's gone, and w h o or whence fhe is I cannot tell; methinks fhe fhould have left A track fo bright I might have follow'd her; Like fetting Suns that vanifhin a Glory. O Villain that I a m! O hated Villain \ Enter Hippolito again. Hip. I cannot fuffer you to wrong your felf So much; for though I do not know your Perfon, Your actions are too Fair, too Noble, Sir, T o merit that foul N a m e . . Gonf. Prithee do not flatter m e , I a m a Villain ; That admirable Lady faid I was. Hip. I fear you love her, Sir. Gonf. N o , no; not love her: Love is the name of fome more gentle Paffion; Mine is a fury grown up in a moment T o an extremity, and laftingin it: A n heap of Powder fet on Fire, and burning As long as any ordinary Fuel. Hp. H o w could he love fo foon ? And yet alas / W h a t caufe have I to ask that queftion ? W h o lov'd him the firft Minute that I faw him: I cannot leave him thus, though I perceive ^ His Heart ingag'd another way. XTohim. Sir, can you have fuch pity on m y youth, O n m y forfaken, and m y helplefs youth, T o take m c to your fervice ? Q^ |