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Show ao6 The .MISTAK E* Tol. Ah Sir,. little Diego • you have heard of him 5 he'd have been worth a Legion upon this Occafion : You know, I fuppofe, h o w they have ferv'd him. They have hang'd him, but he made a noble Execution ; they clapp'd the Rack and the Prieft to him at once, but cou'd neither get a W o r d of Con-fefiion, nor a Groan of Repentance; he dy'd mighty Well truly. Lor. Such a M a n is indeed much to be regretted : As for the reft of your Efcorte, Captain, I thank you for 'em, but fhall not ufe 'em. Tol. I'm forry for't, Sir, becaufe I think you go in very great danger; I'm much afraid your Rival won't give you fair Play. Lop. If he does, I'll be hang'd ; he's a damn'd paf-fionate Fellow, and cares not what Mifchief he does. Lor. I fhall give him a very good Opportunity • for I'll have no other Guards about m e but you Sir. So come along. ^ Lop. W h y , Sir, this is the Sin of Preemption; fet-ting Heav'n at defiance, making Jack-pudding ofaBlun-derbufs. Lor. N o more, but follow. Hold ! turn this way* I fee Camillo there. I wou'd avoid him, till I fee what part he takes in this odd Affair of his Sifter's. For I wou'd not have the Quarrel fix'd with him, if it be poflible to avoid it. [Exit Lorenzo. Lop. Sir. • Captain Toledo, one word if you pleafe, Sir ; I'm mighty forry to fee m y Mafter won't accept of your friendly Offer : Look ye, I'm not very rich ; but as far as the Expence of a Dollar went, if you'd be fo kind to take a little care of me, it fhou'd be at your Service. Tol. Let m e fee : A Dollar yeu fay ? But fuppofe I'm wounded ? Lop. W h y you fhall be put/to no extraordinary Charge upon that: I have been Prentke to a Barber, and will be your Surgeon m y felt Tol The M i s T A K E. 207 Tol. 'Tis too cheap in Confcience; but m y Land- Eftate isfo ill paid this War-Time- Lop. That a little Induftry may be commendable ; fo fay no more, that Matter's fix'd. [Exeunt Lopez and Tol. Enter Camillo. H o w miferable a Perplexity have I brought m y felf into ? Yer why do I complain ? Since, with all the dreadful Torture I endure, I can't repent of one wild Step I've made. O Love ! whatTempefts can'ft thou raife, what Storms can'ft thou affuage ? T o all thy Cruelties I a m refign'd: Long Years thro Seas of Torment I'm content to roll, fo thou wilt guide m e to the happy Port of m y Lorenzo's Arms, and blefs m e there with one calm Day at laft. Enter Ifabella. What News, dear ifabella t Methinks there's fomething chearful in your Looks may give a trembling Lover Hopes. If you have Comfort for me, fpeak, for I indeed have need of it. Ifab. Were your Wants yet ftill greater than they are, I bring a plentiful Supply. Cam. O Heav'ns \ Is't poflible ? Ifab. N e w Myfteries are out, and if you can find Charms to wean Lorenzo from your Sifter, no other Obftacle is in your way to all your Wifh. Cam. Kind MeiTenger from Heav n, fpeak on. Ifab. K n o w then, that you are Daughter to Alva-fi\ am. How« Daughter to Alvarez. I Ifab. You are: The Truth this moment s come to light; and till this moment he, altho your Father, was a W n g e r to it ; nay, did not even know you^were a W o m a n . In fnort/ the great Eftate, which to occa-fion'd thefe uncommon Accidents, was left but on Con-dhion of a Son ; great Hopes of one there was when vou deftroy'd 'em, and to your Parents came a moft unv o t e Jueft I To repairlhe ^ P P ° i ~ J f f l exchang'd for that younS Carmllo, who few Months * |