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Show 186 The M I S T A K E. Lor. What haft thou done ? Lop. What no M a n elfe could have done ; the Job Sir; told him the Secret, and then talk'd him into a liking on't. Lor. 'Tis impoflible; thou doft not tell m e true. Lop. Sir, I fcorn to reap any thing from another Man's Labours; but if this poor piece of Service carries any Merit with it, you n o w know where to reward it. Lor. Thou art not ferious. Lop. I a m ; or may Hunger be m y Mefs-mate. Lor. And may Famine be mine, if I don't reward thee for't, as thou deferv'ft Dead. (Making a Pafs at him. Lop* Have a care there. [Leaping on one fide.] What do you mean, Sir ? I bar allSurprize. Lor. Traytor, is this the fruit of the Truft I placM in t h e e - - Villain ? [Making another Thrufl at him. Lop. Take heed, Sir ; you'll do one a Mifchief before y'are aware. Lor. What Recompence can'ft thou make me, "Wretch, for this piece of Treachery ? Thy fordid Blood can't expiate the Thoufandth • But I'll have it however.. (Thrufis again. Lop. Look you there again: Pray, Sir, be quiet; is the Devil in you ? 'Tis bad jefting with edg'd Tools, 1'gad that laft Pufh was within an Inch o'me. I don't know what you make all this Buftle about, but I'm fure l*ve done all for the beft, and I believe 'twill prove for the beft too at laft, if you'll have but a little Patience. But if Gentlemen will be in their Airs in a Moment-- W h y , what the deux I'm fure I have been as eloquent as Cicero in your behalf; and I don't doubt, to good Purpofe too, if you'll give Things time to work* But nothing but foul Language, and naked Swords about the Houfe, fa, fa; run you through, you D o g : Why no body can do Bufinefs at this rate. Lor. And fuppofe your Project fail, and I'm ruin'd by^r, Sir. Lop. W h y , 'twill be time enough to kill m e then, Sir $ won't it? What fhould you do it for n o w ? Be-fide% T^ M I S T A K E . 187 fides, I an't ready, I'm not prepar'd, I might be undone by't. Lor. But what will Leonora fay to her Marriage being known, Wretch? Lop. W h y may be fhe'll draw her Sword too. [Shewing his Tongue.] But all fhall be well with you both, ifyouwillbutlet m e alone. Lor. Peace; here's her Father. Lop. That's well; W e fhall fee h o w Things go pre* fently. Enter Don Alvarez. Alv. The more I recover from the Diforder this Difcourfe has put m e in, the more ftrange the whole Adventure appears to me. Leonora maintains there is not a word of Truth in what I have heard; that fhe knows nothing of Marriage: And indeed fhe tells m e this with fuch a naked Air of Sincerity, that for m y part I believe her. What then muft be their Projeft? Some villanous Intention, to be fure; tho which way, I yet a m ignorant. But here's the Bridegroom; I'll accoft him.i - I a m told, Sir, you take upon you to fcandalize my Daughter, and tell idle Tales of what can never happen. Lop. N o w methinks, Sir, if you treated yourSon-m- Law with a little more Civility, things might go juft as Well in the main. Alv. What means this infolent Fellow by m y Son-in- Law ? I fuppofe 'tis you, Villain, are the Author of this impudent Story. t Lop. You feem angry, Sir perhaps without Caufe. • i v- "•- ". Alv. Caufe, Traytor! Is a Caufe wanting where a Daughter's defam'd, and a Noble Family fcandaliz'd ? Lop. There he is, let him anfwer you. Alv. I mould be glad he'd anfwer m e ; why, if he had any Defires to m y Daughter, he did not make his Approaches like a M a n of Honour. Lop. Yes; and fo have had the Doors bolted againft him, like a Houfe-breaker. (AJlde- Lor. |