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Show 148 The F A L S E FRIEND. Don Ped. Well, guide m e as you pleafe, fo you & reel m e quickly to m y Vengeance. What do you pro. pofe ? Don John. That which is eafy, as 'tis juft to execute. The Wall he paft, to attempt your Wife, let us get over to prevent his doing fo any more. 'Twill let us into a private Apartment by his Garden, where every .Evening in his amorous Solitudes, he fpends fome time alone, and where I guefs his late fair Scheme was drawn. The deed ^done, w e can retreat the way w e enter'd • let m e be your Pilot, 'tis n o w e'en dark, and the moft •proper time. D o n Ped. Lead on ; I'll follow you. D o n John afide.] H o w many Villanies I'm fore'd to aft, to keep one fecret! [Exeunt, -SCENE, Don GuzmanV Apartments. Dou Guzman, fitting, folus. With what Rigour does this unfaithful W o m a n treat trie ? Is't polTible it can be fhe, who appear'd to love me With fo much tendernefs ? H o w little ftrefs is to be laid upon a Woman's Heart ? Sure they're not worth thofe anxious Cares they give. [Rifing'] Then burft my Chains, and give m e room to fearch for nobler Plea-fures. I feel m y Heart begin to mutiny for Liberty j there is a Spirit in it yet, will ftruggle hard for Freedom: but Solitude's the worft of Seconds. Ho, Sancho, Ga> linda, w h o waits there ? Bring fome Lights. Whew are jou ? Enter Gahnda, rubbing his Eyes, and drunk; Calm. 1 can't well tell. D o you want me, Sir ? B o n Guz^. Yes» sir> * want you. W h y am I left in the dark ? what were yon doing ? Galin. Doing, Sir! I was doing what one docs when one fleeps, Sir. D o n G « ^ . Have you no Light without? Galin. Pawning.] Light !• No, Sir,---/ have no Light. I a m us'd to Hardship. I can fleep m the dark. »» The FALSE FRIEND' T^ J££*You have been ***•* y°u R^> Galin. I have been drinking, Sir, 'tis true, but l a m not drunk Every Man that is drunk, has been d ink! ing 5. confefs d Buu every M a n that has been drinking, is not drunk. Confefs that too. S of?°n GU*" W h o i s > t h a s P u t y o u m t h i s C o n d i » o n , you Galin. A very honeft Fellow: Madam Leonora's Coachman, no body elfe. I have been making a little debauch with Madam Leonora's Coachman ; yea. Don Guz. H o w came you to drink with him, Beaft > Galm. Only par Complaifance, Sir. The Coachman was to be drunk upon Madam's Wedding 5 and I bein* a* Priend, was defir'd to take part. ° Don Gu^ A n d r°> you Villain, you can make your felf merry, with what renders m e miferable. Galin. N o , Sir, no ; 'twas the Coachman was merry : I drank with Tears in m y Eyes. The remembrance of your Misfortunes, made m e fo fad, fo fad, that e-very Cup I fwallow'd, was like a Cup of Poifon to me. Don Guz. Without doubt. Galm. Yes; and to mortify m y felf upon melancholy Matters, 1 believe I took down fifty. Yes. Don Guz. Go fetch fome Lights, you drunken Sot you. Galin. I will. If I can find the (Feeling for the Door,, Door, that's to fay The ) and running a- Devil's in the Door ; I think 'tis ( gainfi it. grown t^oo little for m e Shrunk this wet Weather, 1 Prefume. [Ex% Galin^ Don Guzman alone. Abfence, the old Remedy for Love, muft e'en be mine -, to ftay and brave the Danger, were Preemption ; Farewel Valencia then, and farewel Leonora. And if thou can'ft, m y Heart, redeem thy Liberty ; fecure it by a Farewel eternal to her Sex. G 3 ** |