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Show r 140 The F A L S E FRIEND. knowing there is an Animofity of fome time between 'em. D o n Ped. Well, Madam ! Ifab. O dear, it is a Challenge, and what to do I know not; if I fhew it m y Brother, he'll immediately fly to the place appointed: and if I don't, he'll be ac-cus'd of Cowardice. One way 1 rifque his Life, t'other I ruin his Honour. D o n Ped. What wou'd you have m e do, Madam ? Ifab. I'll tell you, Sir: I only beg you'll go to the place where D o n John expects him 5 tell him I have intercepted his Letter, and make him promife you he'll fend no more: By this generous Charity you may hinder two Men (whofe Piques are on a frivolous occafion) from murdering one another ; and by this good Office, you'll repay the fmall Debt you o w e m y Brother, for flying laft Night to Leonora's Succour • and doubly pay the Obligation you have to m e upon the fame occafion. Don Ped. What Obligation, M a d a m ? 1 a m ignorant, pray inform me. Ifab. 'Twas I, Sir, that firft heard Leonoras Cries, and rais'd m y Brother to her Aid. Pray let me receive the fame afEftance from your Prudence, which you have had from m y Care, and m y Brother's Generofity. But pray lofe no time, D o n John is perhaps already on the fpot, and not meeting m y Brother, may fend a fecond Meflage, which may be fatal. D o n Ped. Madam, be at reft ; you fhall be fatisfy'd, I'll go this moment. I'll only ask you firft whether you are fure you heard m y Wife call out for Succour, before your Brother paft the Wall ? Ifab. I did ; why do you ask that Queftion ? D o n Ped. I have a reafon, you may be fure. (Afide.) Juft Heaven I adore thee, the Truth at laft fhines clear, and by that Villain Alvarada I'm betray'd* But enough, I'll make ufe of this Occafion for my Vengeance. (To Ifab.) Where, Madam, is it, Don John fis waiting > Ifab. But here, in a fmall Field behind the Garden. 7 Don The F A L S E F R I E N D. h i s ^ a c ^ Ifab. Will you go there directly ? D o n Ped. I will. Be fatisfy'd. Leo. You weep, Ifabella. Ifab. You fee m y trouble for a Brother, for w h o m I wou'd die, and a Lover for w h o m I wou'd live Thev both are Authors of m y Grief. Leo. They both are Inftruments of m y Misfortune. • (Ex. Don Ped. & $ tc PXQJ A C T V. Enter Lopez. O H O , my good Sgnior D o n John, you are mif-taken in your Man ; I a m your humble Valet, 'tis true, and I a m to obey you : but when you have got the Devil in your Body, and are upon your Rantipole Adventures, you fhall 'Quixot it by your felf for Lopez. Yonder he is, waiting for poor Guzman, with a Sword of a Fathom and a half, a Dagger for clofe Engagement ; and (if I don't miftake) a Pocket Piftol for extraordinary Occafions. 1 think I a m not in the wrong to keep a little out of the way : Thefe matters will end in a Court of Juftice, or I'm wrong in m y forefight: Now that being a place where I a m pretty well known, and not over-much reputed, I believe 'tis beft, neither to come in for Prifoner nor Evidence. But hold ; yonder comes another Toledo. D o n Guzman I prefume, but I prefume wrong, 'tis. who is't ? D o n Pedro, by all the Powers. What the Pox does he here, or what the Pox do I here ? I'm fure as matters ftand, I ought to fly him like a Creditor j but he fees me* 'tis too late to flip him. Enter Don Pedro. Don Ped. H o w now, Lope^, where.are you going ? t Lo*>. |