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Show 184 The MisTAKf. Alv. A fudden Diforder I a m feiz'd with ; you'il pardon me, I muft retire. (£*- Alvarez. Von Felix folus. I don't like this:. He went oddly off. , I doubt he finds this Bounty difficult to go through with. His natural Refentment is making an Attack upon his acquir'd Generofity: Pray Heaven it ben't too ftrong for't. The Misfortune is a great one, and can't but tench him nearly. It was not natural to be fo calm: 1 wifh it don't yet drive him to m y Ruin. But here comes this youn<* hot-brain'd Coxcomb,-who with his mid-night Amours has been the Caufe of all this Mifchief to me. Enter Lorenzo. So, Sir, you are come to receive m y Thanks for your noble Exploit ? You think you have done bravely now, ungracious Offfpring, to bring perpetual Troubles on me. Muft there never pafs a Day, but I muft drink fome bitter Potion or other of your Preparation for m e ? Lor. I a m amaz'd, Sir ; pray what have I done to deferve your Anger ? D o n Fel. Nothing ; no manner of Thing in the World ; nor never do. I a m an old tefty Fellow, and a m always fcolding, and finding fault for nothing ; complaining that I have got a Coxcomb of a Son that makes m e weary of m y Life, fancying he perverts the Order of Nature, turning Day into Night, and Night imp Day ; getting W h i m s in m y Brain, that -he- confumes his Life in Idlenefs, unlefs he rouzes n o w and then to do fome noble Stroke of Mifchief; and having an impertinent Dream at this time, that he has been making the Fortune of the Family, by an underhand Marriage with the Daughter of a M a n w h o will crufh us all to Powder for it. Ah ungracious Wretch; to bring an old M a n into all this Trouble: The Pain thou gav'ft thy Mother to bring thee into 4\e World, and the Plague thou haft given m e to keep thee here, make the Getting thee (tho 'twas in our Honey-Moon) a bitter Remembrance to us both. {F.x. Don Felix. Loren- The MISTAKE. 185 Lorenzo folus. S o - - - all's out- Here's a noble Storm a-riling, and I'm at Sea in a Cock-boat. But which way could this Bufinefs reach him ? By this Traytor Lopez. ; it muft be fo j it could be no other way ! for only he, and the Prieft that marry'd us, know of it. The Villain will never confefs tho, I muft try a little Addrefs with him, and conceal m y Anger. O, here he comes.' Enter Lopez. Lor. Lopez* Lop. D o you call, Sir ? Lor. 1 find all's difcover'd to m y Father, the Secret's out; he knows m y Marriage ? Lop. H e knows your Marriage H o w the Peft fhould that happen ? Sir, 'tis impoflible ; that's all. Lor. I tell thee 'tis truej he knows every Particular of it. Lop. H e does ! Why then, Sir, all I can fay is, That Satan and he are better acquainted than the Devil and a good Chriftian ousmt to be. Lor. Which way he has difcover'd it I can't tell, nor am I much concern'd to know, fince beyond all m y Expectations, I find him perfectly eafy at it, and ready to excufe m y Fault with better Reafons than 1 can find to do it m y felf. Lop. Say you fo? I'm very glad to hear that, then all's fafe. (Afide. Lor. 'Tis unexpected good Fortune; but it could never proceed purely from his o w n Temper, there muft: have been pains taken with him to bring him to this Calm: I'm fure I o w e much to the Bounty of fome Friend or other; I wifh I knew where m y Obligation lay, that I might acknowledge it as 1 ought. Lop. Are you thereabouts, I'faith ? Then Sharp's the W o r d ; I'gad I'll o w n the Thing, and receive his Bounty for't. [Afide.'] W h y , Sir not that I pretend to make a Merit o'the Matter, for alas, I a m but your poor Hireling, and therefore bound in Duty to ren- •der you all the Service I can * Bui™. > ^ y^s l have don't. Lor. |