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Show An Evening's Love: 3'° Enter Don Melchor, they hthjbreek. Aur. O h Heaven ! Humanity is not able to fupport it. [Running. Mel. Dear 'Amelia, what mean you ? m Aur. The Tempter has imitated his Voice too; avoid, avoid Spec; Cam. If he fhould find m e under the Table now.' Mel. Is it thus, m y Dear, that you treat your Servant? Aur. I a m not thy Dear; I renounce thee, Spirit ol Darknefs. Met. This Spirit of Darknefs, is come to fee an Angel of Light, by her Command 5 and toalfure her of his conftancy, that he will be hers eternally. Aur. Away Infernal, 'tis not thee, 'tis the true D o n Melchor that I would fee. Mel. Hell and Furies. Aur. Heaven and Angels! A h . [Runs out fbreeking. Mel. This is a Riddle, paft m y finding out, to fend for me, and then to fhun me; but here's one fhall refolve it forme: Camilla, what doft thou there? Cam. Help, help, I (hall be carried away, bodily. She rifes up, overthrows the Table and Lights, and runs out. The Scene fhuts. Mel. (alone) W h y Aurelia, Camita \ They are both run out of hearing ! This amazes m e ; What tan the meaning of it be ? Sure fhe has heard of m y untaith-fulnefs, and was refolv'd to punifh m e by this contrivance! T o put an Affront upon m e by this abrupt departure, as I did on her by m y teeming abfence. Enter Theodofia and Beatrix- Theo. Don Melchor ? Is it you m y Love that have frighted Aurelia fo terribly ? Mel. Alas, Madam, I know not; but coming hither by your appointment, and thinking m y felf fecure in the Night without difguife, perhaps it might work upon her fancy, becaufe fhe thought m e abfent. Theo. Since 'tis fo unluckily tain out, that fhe knows you are at Madrid, it can no longer be kept a fecret; therefore you muft n o w pretend openly to me, and run the rifqueof a denial from m y Father. Mel. O, Madam, there's no queftion but he'll rcfufe me; for alas, what is it he can fee in m e worthy of that Honour ? Or if he fhould be fo partial to me,asfomc in the World are, to think m e Valiant, l .earned, and not altogether a Fool, yet my want of Fortune would weigh down all. Theo. W h e n he has refus'd you his content, I m a y with Juftice difpofeofmy felt; and that, while you are conftant, fhall never be to any but your felf: In witnefs of which, accept this Diamond as a Pledge of m y Hearts firmnefs to you. Beat. Madam, your Father is coming this way. Theo. 'Tisno matter ; do not ftir; fince he muft him now fee you. uift k n o w you are return'd, let Enter Don Alonzo. Alon. Daughter, What make you here at this unfeafonable hour ? Theo. Sir, Alon. I know what you would fay, That you heard a noife, and ran hitherto fee what it might be - Blefs us! W h o is this with you ? Mel. 'Tis your Servant, Don Melchor, juft return'd from St. Sebaflians. "li0?- T B,Ut', $ir' ' t h o u S h t y°u had been upon thc Sea for Flanders. Mel. I had fo defign'd it. Alon. But, why came you back from St. Sebaftians? Mel. As for that, Sir, 'tis not material The*. An unexpected Law-Suithas call'dhim back from St.Sebaftians Alon. And, how fares m y Son-in-Law, that lives there? Mel. In Cathohque health, Sir. Alon. Have you brought no Letters from him ? Met. I had, bir, but 1 was fet on bv the wav hv Pirl-^^v A r • , °fsrcfi.fa',ici':/ob'd',a"d ^ . a c r 1 and'm rpi",it excufe to you. fervice in your Sute, Mel. When I have difpatch'd fome private bufinri; T n„ii . c •• you, tdlthen, humbiy Lies your ha.L, ^ S k l ^ S ^ X S ^ [Exit Melchor. Theo. And this was that wliich he was now deliring m e to Alon. It m y Credit, Friends, or Counfel, can do you any I hope you will command them freely. ' y M..I \in-ii !•/- ... ^ J Or, The Moc^/f/lrologer. ] t t Alon. Daughter, now this Cavalier is gone, What occafion brought you out fo late? I k n o w what you would lay, That it is Melancholy ; a Tincture ofthe Hypochondriaqueyou mean : But, what caufe have you for this Melancho' Give m e your hand, and anfwer m e without Ambages or Ambiguities- Theo. H e will find out I have given away m y Ring--I mutt prevent h i m- Sir, I a m afham'd to confefs it to you ; but, in hope of your indulgence, 1 have loft the Table-Diamond you gave me. Alon. Vou would fay,' the tear of mydifpleafure has caus'd this perturbation in you ; well, do not difquiet your felf too much, you fay 'tis gone; I fay fo too 'Tis ftoln ; and that by fome Thief 1 t.ike it, but, I will go and confult the Aftrologer immediately. [He is going. Theo. W h a t have I done ? to avoid one inconvenience, I have run into another : This Devil of an Aftrologer will difcover that D o n Melchor has it. [Aide. Alon. W h e n did you lofe this Diamond? The Minute and Second I fhould know; but the Hour will ferve for the Decree afcending. Thtp. Sir, theprecifetimelknownot; but, it was betwixt fix and feven this Evening, as near as I can guefs* , Alon. 'its enough; by all the Stars I'll have it tor you; therefore go in, and fup-pofe it on your Finger. Beat. I'll watch you at a diftance, Sir, that m y Englifhman may have wherewithal to anfwer you - (Afide) •. . , l&f* 'I heo. Beat. Alon. This melancholy wherewith m y Daughter laboureth, is- a I know what I would fay, is a certain Species of the Hyftencal Difcafes; or a certain motion, caufed by a certain Appetite, which at a certain time heaveth in her like a certain motion of an Earthquake Enter Bellamy. Bell This is the place, and very near the time chat Theodofia appoints her meet-in- with D o n Melchor. H e is this Night otherwife ditpos'd ot with Aurelia: Its but tr in- m v Fortune to tell her of his Infidelity, and m y Love It flic yields S S h a p p y ; if not, I (ball be fure D o n Melchor has not planted the Arms ^ S L W i However, I'll pufh my Fortuncas fure as lam " JS!& Ingles, I know your Voice, though I cannot pertly dilcern vou. , ,. -, Bet. How the Devil came he to crofs me: Ah,. I was inft coming to have ask'd another Favour oh ov, )'»'i Without Ceremony command me, Sir- • •"SttJtefita«U*by the Art of Memor,. andmakmga Judg- Jlai. Now nc is caiim '.P , \ very ,nv(hrious fpeculation -lAftde. ment ot it to himfeli. 1 Ins Aftolonr» a vety m y r- ^ h<_ s4. T » i « r f ^ f c r « » l j R « « ' * « , £ f „ S K and blnlh once muft know I am no Apototrr, 111 cWcovcr it m\ ^^ *!$£**, Sir, and what do the Stars hold forth ? 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