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Show i66 The MISTAKE, Car. H a ! San. Hold, Mafter, don't kill him yet. (To Car. afide. Lop. I fay I have faid to m y felf, what wicked things are W o m e n , and what pity it is they fhould be fuff^d in a Chriftian Country ; what a Shame they fhould be allow'd to play Will-in-the-Whifp with Men of Honour, and lead them thro Thorns and Briars, and Rocks, and rugged ways, till their Hearts are torn in pieces, like an oldCoat in a Fox-Chace? I fay, I have faid to my f e l f - Car. Thou haft faid enough to thy felf, but fay a little more to m e : Where were thefe fecret Meetings thoutalk'ft of ? Lip. In fundry Places, and by divers W a y s ; fome-times in the Cellar, fometimes in the Garret, fometimes in the Court, fometimes in the Gutter •, but the Place where the Kifs of Kiffes was given was Car. In Hell. Lop. Sir! Car. Speak, Fury, what doft thou mean by the Kifs of Kiffes ? Up. The Kifs of Peace, Sir ; tha Kifs of Union J the Kifs of Confummation. Car. Thou ly'ft, Villain. Lop. I don't know but I may, Sir. What the Devil's the matter n o w ? {Afide. Car. There's not one word of Truth in all thy curfed Tongue has uttcr'd. Lop. N o , Sir, I I believe there is not. Car. W h y then didft thou fay it, Wretch ? Zop. O -onlyinjeft, Sir. Car. I a m not in a jefting Condition. />* Nor I at prefent, Sir. # Car. Speak then the Truth, as thou wouldft do it at the Hour of Death. Lop. Yes, at the Gallows, and be turnM off a$Joon as I've done. ^ " Car. What's that you murmur ? Lop. Nothing but a fhort Prayer. ^ The M I S T A K E . 167 Car. I a m diftraded, and fright the Wretch from telling m e what I a m upon the Rack to know. {Afide.) Forgive me, Lopez, l a m to blame to fpeak thus harfhly to thee: Let this obtain thy Pardon. {Gives him Mo- My.) Thou fee'ft 4 a m difturb'd. Lop. Yes, Sir, i fee I have been led into a Snare ; I have faid too much. Car. And yet thou muft fay more *, nothing can leffen my Torment, but a farther Knowledge of what caufes my Mifery. Speak then \ Have I any thing to hope ? Lop. Nothing ; but that you may be a happier Bat-chelour, than m y Mafter may probably be a married Man. Car. Married, fayft thou ? Lop. I did, Sir, and I believe he'll fay fo too in a Twelvemonth. Car. O Torment! But give me more on't: when, how, to who, where ? Lop. Yefterday, to Leonora^ by the Parfon in the Pantry. Car. Look to't, if this be falfe, thy Life fhall pay the Torment thou haft given m e : Be gone. Lop. With the Body and the Soulo*me. (Exit Lopez. San. BafeNews, Mafter* Car. N o w m y infulting Rival's Smile fpeaks out: O curfed, curfed W o m a n \ Enter Jacinta. Jacin. I'm come in hafte to tell you, Sir, that as foon as the Moon's up, m y Lady'll give you a Meeting in the Clofe-Walk by the Back-Door of the Garden ; fhe thinks fhe has fomething to propofe to you will certainly get her Father's Confent to marry you. Car. Paft Sufferance ! this Aggravation is not to be borne : go, thank her with m y Curfes : Fly and let them blaft her, while their Venom's ftrong. (Exit Car. Jacin.^-.Won't thou explain ? What's this Storm for ? +, .,:.,. San. And dar'ft thou ask m e Queftions, fmooth-fac a Iniquity, Croccdileof Nile, Syren of the Rocks? Go, |