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Show 292 An Evenings Love ; Or, Mask. I fhodd be glad to imitate them fo far^blin thc middle ofthe Country before you could refift me. Beat. Well, what compofition Monfieur ? Af„* Deliver up your Lady's Secret; what makes her fo cruel to m y Mafter? B^.' Which of m y Ladies, and which of your Matters ? For I fuppofe w e are Faaors for both of them. Mask. Your eldeft Lady Theodofia. Beat. H o w dare you prefs your Miftrefs to an inconvenience i Mask M y Miftrefs ? I underftand not that Language ; the fortune ot the Var-let, ever follows that of the Mafter; and his is defperate ; if his fate were alter'd for the better, I fhould not care if I ventur'd upon you for the worfe. Beat. I have told you already Donna Theodofia loves another. Mask. Has he no name? Beat. Let it fuffice, he is born noble, though without a Fortune. His Poverty makes him conceal his love from her Father ; but fhe fees him every night in private: and to blind the World about a fortnight ago, he look a folemn leave of her, as if he were going into Flanders: in the mean time he lodges at the Houfe of Don Lopez de Gamboa, and is himfelf call'd Don Mt Ichor de Guzman. Mask. Don Melchor de Guzman I 0 Heavens! Beat. What amazes you ! Theo. within. W h y , Beatrix, where are you ? Beat. You hear I am call'd ; Adieu ; and be fure you keep m y Counfel. Mask. Come, Sir, you fee the Coaft is clear. [Exit Beatrix. Enter Bellamy. Bell. Clear, doft thou fay ? no, 'tis full of Rocks and Quickfands : yet nothing vexes m e fo much as that fhe is in love with fuch a poor Rogue. Mask. But that he fhould lodge privately in the fame Houfe with us ! 'twas odly contriv'd of Fortune. Bet. Hang him Rogue, methinks I fee him perching like an O w l by day,and not daring to flutter out till Moon-light. The Rafcal invents new Love, and brews his Compliments all day,and broaches 'em at night;juft as fome of our dry Wits do their ftories before they come into Company;Well,if I could be reveng'don either of'em. Mask. Here fhe comes again with Beatrix; but good Sir,moderate your Paffion. Enter Theodofia and Beatrix. Bell. Nay, Madam, you are known ; and muft not pafs till I have fpoke with you. [Bellamy lifts up Theodofia'* Vail. Theo. This rudenefs to a Perfon of m y Quality may coft you dear. Pray when did I give you encouragement for fo much familiarity ? Bet. When you fcorn'd m e in the Chappcl. Theo. The truth is, I deny'd you as heartily as I could ; that I might not be twice troubled with you. Bell. Yet you have not this averfion for all the World : however I was in hope though the day frown'd, the night might prove as propitious to me, as it is to others' Theo. I have now a quarrel both to the Sun and Moon, becaufe I have feen vou by both their lights. 7 Bell. Spare the Moon I befeech you, Madam, fhe is a very trufty Planet to vou Beat, 0 Maskal you have ruin'd me. Mask. Dear Sir, hold yet. Bet. Away. V7'Znlf? ?ir' exPPun^yourmeaning ; for I confefs I am in the dark. r « ? T i y° U °Uld d ! f c ° V e r k ^ Moon-light. Or it you would have m e fpeak clearer to you, give me leave to wait on you at a Midnight Affignation , and feg: %±T"' T'n ^ a V°^C ^ 4 « ^ ™ gone Mask. A pox on's Memory, he has not forgot one fyllable. Theo. Ah Beatrix, you have betray'd and fold me Be*. Let her fee what Ihe has got by flighting me. ' JJtSVaa^fif *"* «** * - » W : if you do, , Range, 3$ ^tfectfe^ *»« **$ & & MJ£ 1 • ' -*- i •• • ... The Mocl^ Aftrologer. 293 Theoxo Beat. Never importune me farther; you fhall go, there's no removing me. Beat. Well; this is ever the reward of Innocence (going) Mask. Stay, guiltlefs Virgin, ftay; thou fhalt not go. Theo. W h y , w h o fhall hinder it ? Mask. That will I, in the name of truth, (if this hard-bound Lye would but come from me:) M a d a m , I muft tell you it lies in m y power to appeafe this tempeft with one word. Beat. Would it were come once. Mask. Nay, Sir,'tis all one to me,if you turn m e away upon't; I can hold no longer- Theo. W h a t does thc fellow mean ? Mask. For all your noddings,and your Mathematical grimaces,in fhort,Madam, m y Mafter has been converting with the Planets; and from them has had the knoMwalske.d geI coafr yeo nuort ,af fSaiirr,s .1 a m tor truth; tnat win iname you ana an your uevns: in fhort, Madam, this Mafter of mine that ftands before you, without a word to fay for himfelf, fo like an Oph, as I may fay with reverence to him Bell. The Raskal makes m e mad. Mask. Is the greateft Aftrologer in Chriftendom. Theo. Your Mafter an Aftrologer? Mask. A moft profound one. Bell *Why you Dog, do you confider what an improbable lye this is; which you know I can never make good: difgorge it you Cormorant, or I'll pinch vour throat out- [Takes him by the Throat Mask 'Tis all in vain, Sir, you are and fhall be an Aftrologer what e'er I fuffcr: you know all things, fee into all things, foretel all things; and if you pinch more truth out of m e, I will confefs you are a Conjurer. Bet. H o w , firrah, a Conjurer? . Mask. I mean, Sir, the Devil is in your Fingers: o w n £ you had beft, Sir and do not provoke m e farther; what did not I fee you an fWhileheistfeakingBellamy hour aeo turning over a great Fa/fa with ftrangel flops his mouth by fits. Finures in it, and then muttering to your felf like any Poet, and then naming Theodofia and then ftanng up in the Sky, and then poring upon the ground; fo that betwixt God and the Devil, Madam, he came to know your Love ? Bet.Madam, if ever I knew the leaft term in Aftrology, I a m the arranteft Son jJiKjS^ matter you fhallexcufemy Lady: Nay, hide your Talents ^Th^more you pretend ignorance,the more we are refolv'd to believe you skilful. &TY« Sffi mSto hold my tongue except you conjure; me to filenct what did you not call me to look into a Cryftal and there fhew'd me a fan- Garden and ^Spaniard {talking in his narrow Breeches, and walking under-neath a Window? f ftould know him agen amongft a thoufand. Mai Wffly^onfefs then ; do you think I'll ftain my Honour to fwallowa Lveforyou? .- . Bet Well, a pox on you, I am an Aftrologer. Tht IhoTernN'med Sir, as you have been curious in enquiring into my ferrets, you will be fo much a Cavalier as ^conceal e m^ Bet!*oun^ fo/ought I Beat. Well, Madam, what da you think ota^^^^ i did not think fold you ;how can youevermake me amends for t h i^f^J^ps her hands at her. you could have us'd mc f o . - - ,... ffmy new Gown to morrow, Theo. Nay, prithee Beatrix do not cry; 111 leave on my and thou fhalt have it. d n a m e from m e ; and Beat. N o , I'll cry eternally 5 y j ^ ^ ^ ^ your new Gorget too. vou can never make m e recompence-except yo g ; } Theo. N o more words; thonj(halthaveg.Gnl. ; w O Madam, your Father has furpnzd us. heat. O, Madam, y ^ ^ ^ ^ a„dfr0„„{, ^ Bet. Then I'll be gone to avoid fufpmon. |