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Show io* The FALSE FRIEND: Don John. Von fhall do what you pleafe to m e, pro-tided you don't marry me. Don Fel. Know, Alvarada, there are ways to re-venge fuch outrageous Affronts as thefe. Don John. I won't marry. ; D o n I*/. *Tis enough. LH * " Don *«• Re-enter Lopez. £<#. So; the old Fellow's gone at laft, and has car* ry'd great content along with him. [Afide. Don John. Lope^l Lop. Sir. Don ?<?/>». Whatdos't think? he would have marry d m e ! , Lop. Yes, he had found his Man. But have you been even with him. D o n John. What, thou haft heard us then? Lop. O r I were no Valet : But pray what does your Honour intend to do now ? Will you continue the Siege of a Place, where 'tis probable they will daily augment the Fortifications, when there are fo many open Towns you may march into without the trouble of opening tbe Trenches ? Von John. I a m going, Lopez, to double my Attacks; I'll beat up her Quarters fix times a Night, I am now downright in love \ the Difficulties pique m e to the At-tempt, and I'll conquer or Til die. Lop. W h y to confefs the Truth, Sir, I find you much upon m y tafte in this matter; Difficulties are the Rocom-bolie of Love, 1 never valu'd an eafy ConqueJt in my life. T o rouze m y Fire, the Lady muft cry out (as fottly as ever (he can) Have a care m y Dear, my Mother has feenus* m y Brothers fufped m e ; m y Husband may furprize us; O, dear Heart, have a care, I pray! The I nlav the Devil: But when I come to a Fair-one, where I ma'y hang up m y Cloke upon a Peg, get into my Gown andD oSlni p^peorhsn . Impudent Rogue. Lop. See herftLh'd upo°n the Couch in great fecuntj w i tH C My Dear, come kifs me, we have noth^ *j fear -, I droop, I yawn, I fleeo. ^ W ^ F A L S E F R U K K I w Don John. Well, Sir, whatever you do with your Fair-one, I a m going to be very bufy with mine- I was e en almaft weary pf her, but Guzman and this old Fellow have reviv d m y dying Fire ^ and fo, have at her. lop. Tis all mmhty, well, Sir, mighty well, Sir, as can be in the world. But if you wou'd have the Good-nefs to confider en pajfant, or fo a little now and then about Swords and Daggers, and Rivals, and old Fellows' and Piftols and great Guns, and fuch like Baubles, only now and then at leifure, Sir, not to interrupt things of more Confequence. Don John. Thou an a cowardly Rafcal, I have often confider'd that. Lop. Ay, that's true, Sir, and yet a Blunderbufs is pre* fently difcharg'd out of a Garret-Window. Don John. Come, no more words \ but follow me, How now ! what Impertinence have we here now to ftop me? r Enter Von Pedro. Lop. 'Tis D o n Pedro, or I'm a Dog. Don John. Impoflible ! Don Pedro return'd * Don Fed. 'Tis I, m y deareft Friend; I'm come to forget all the Miferies of a long Abfence, in one happy Embrace. (jkey embrace. Don John. I'm over-joy'd to fee you. Don Fed. Mine's not to be expreft. What, Friend Lopez here ftill ! H o w dos't do, Lopez ? What dos'g not know m e ? Lop, As well as m y Father's Seal, Sir, when he fends me a Bill of Exchange. Don Fed. Juft as he was, I find, Galliard ftill. Lop. 1 find it very unwholefome to be otherwife, Skv Don John. You have then quitted the Service in Flan* den, I fuppofe. Don Fed. I have fo, Friend ; I have left the Enfigns of Mars, and am lilting m y felf in a fofter Militia. Don John. Explain, pray. Don Fed. Why, when your Father's Death oblfg'c* you to leave Bruffels, and return hither to the plentiful fortune he left you: i ftaid in Flandm, very trift fo» E 4 your |