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Show 198 The Mi STAKE. I a m indeed afham'd of; but fince W o m e n have their Trailties, you'll allow m e mine. Car. 'Tis well, extremely well, Madam. I'm happy however, you at laft fpeak frankly. I thank you for it • from m y Soul I thank you : but don't expect m e <n*ove- \in^ at your Feet again; don't, for if I Ar> f Leo. You will be treated as you deferve ; trod upon. Car. Give m e Patience; .but I don't want if I a m calm: Madam, farewel 5 be happy if you can • by Heav'ns I wifh you fo, but never fpread your Net for m e again -, for if you d o - _ Leo. You'll be running into it. Car. Rather run headlong into Fire and Flames 1 rather be torn with Pincers Bit from Bit; rather be broil'd like Martyrs upon Gridirons .But I am wrong ; this founds like Paffion, and Heaven can tell I a m not angry; Madam, I think w e have no farther Bufinefs together 5 your moft humble Servant. Leo. Farewel t'ye, Sir. Car. C o m e along. ry0 Sancho; [Goes to the Scene, and returns. Yet once more before I go (left you fhould doubt my Kefolution) may I ftarve, perifh, rot, be blafted, dead, damn'd, or any other thing that Men or Gods can think on, if on any Occafion whatever, Civil or Military Pleafure or Bufinefs, Love or Hate, or any other Acci-dent of Life, I, from* this moment, change one Word or Look with you. [Going off, Sancho claps him on the Back. Leo. Content: C o m e away, Jacinta. Carlos returns. Car. Yet one word, Madam, if you pleafe; I have a little thing here belongs to you, a foolifh Bawble I once was fond of. [Twitching her PiHure from his Breafi.] Will you accept a Trifle from your Servant ? Leo. Willingly, Sir 5 I have a Bawble too I think you have fome Claim to 5 you'll wear it for m y fake. [Breaks a Bracelet from her Arm, and gives it him. Car. Moft thankfully j this too I fhou'd reftore you, it once was y o u r s - , [Giving her a Table-Book. By The M I S T A K E, 199 By your Favour, Madam .there is a Line or two in it, I think you did m e once the Honour to write with your own fair Hand. Here it is. [Reads. Tou love me, Carlos, and would know The fecret Movements of my Heart : Whether I give you mine or no, With yours, methinks, I'd never, never part. Thus you have encourag'd me, and thus you have de-ceiv d me. San. Very true. Leo. I have fome faithful Lines too; I think I can produce 'em. [Pulls out a Table-Book 5 reads, and then gives it him. How long foe'er, to figh in vain, My Defliny may prove, My Fate (in fpite of your Difdain) Will let me glory in your, Chain, And give me leave eternally to love. There, Sir, take your Poetry again. [Throwing it at his Feet. 'Tis not much the worfe for m y wearing \ 'twill ferve a-gain upon a frefh Occafion. Jacin. Well done. Car. I believe lean return the Prefent, Madam, with a Pocket full of your Profe There [Throwing a handful of Letters at her Feet* Leo. Jacinta, give m e his Letters. There, Sir, not to be behind hand with you. [Takes a handful of his Letters out of a Box9 and throws them in his Face. Jacin. And there, and there, and there, Sir. TJacinta throws the refi at him. San. 'Cods m y Life, w e want Ammunition ; but for a fhift There, and there, you faucy Slut you. QSancho pulls a Pack of dirty Cards out of his pocket, and throws 'em at her \ then they I. 4 clofe 5 |