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Show 210 The M I S T A K E. Lor. What you do on this Occafion, Sir, is worthy of you : And had I been wanting to you, in m y due Regards before, this noble Action wou'd have ftamp'd that Impreflion, which a grateful Son ought to have for fo generous a Father. Lop. Very generous truly ! gives him leave to be ran thro the Guts, for his Pofterity to brag on a hundred Years hence. [Afide. Lor. I think, Sir, as things n o w ftand, it won't be right for m e to wait for Carlos's Call; I'll, if you pleafe, prevent him. Lop. Ay, pray Sir, do prevent him by all means • his better made up, as you fay, a thoufand times. D o n Fel. Hold your tongue, you impertinent Jackal napes, I will have him fight, and fight like a Fury too; if he don't he'll be worfted, I can tell him that. For know, Son, your Antagonift is not the Perfon you name, it is an Enemy of twice his Force. Lop. O dear, O dear, O dear, and will no body keep 'em afunder ? Lor. N o body fhall keep us afunder, if once I know the M a n I have to deal with. D o n Fel. Thy M a n then is-.Camillo. Lor. Camillo I D o n Fel. 'Tis he; he'll fuffer nobody to decide this Quarrel but himfelf. Lop. Then there are no Seconds, Sir. D o - Fd. None. Lop. He's a brave Man. D o n Fel. No, he fays no body's Blood fhall be fpilt on this Occafion, but theirs who have a Title to it. Lop, I believe he'll fcarce have a Law-Suit upon the Claim. D o n Tel. In fhort, he accufes thee of a fhameful Falfhood, in pretending his Sifter Leonora was thy Wife ; and has upon it prevaiPd with his Father, as thou haft done with thine, to let the Debate be ended by the Sword 'twixt him and thee. Lop. The M I S T A K E. 2 1 1 Lop. And pray, Sir, with Submiflion, one fhort Queftion if you pleafe -, what may the gentle Leonora fay of this Bufinefs ? D o n Fel. She approves of the Combat, and marries Carlos. Lop. Why, God-a-mercy. Lor. Is it poflible? fure fne's a Devil, not a W o man. Lop. I-cod, Sir, a Devil and a W o m a n both, I think. Don Fel. Well, thou fha't have Satisfaction of fome of 'em. Here they all come. Enter Alvarez, Leonora, Carlos, Sancho, and Jacinta. Alv. Well, D o n Felix, have you prepar'd your Son ? for mine, he's ready to engage. Lor. And fo is his. M y Wrongs prepare m e for a thoufand Combats. My Hand has hitherto been held, by the regard I've had to every thing of kin to Leonora ; but fince the monftrous Part fhe acts has driven her from m y Heart, I call for Reparation from her Family. Alv. You'll have it, Sir $ Camillo will attend you in-ftantly. Lop. O lack ! O lack ! will no body do a little fomething to prevent Bloodfhed ? Why, Madam, have you no Pity, no Bowels ? [To Leonora/) Stand and fee one of your Husbands ftoter'd before your Face ? 'Tis an arrant Shame. Leo. If Widowhood be m y Fate, I muft bear it as 1 can. Lop. W h y , did you ever hear the like ! Lor. Talk to her no more. Her monftrous Impudence is no otherwife to be reply'd to, than by a Dagger in her Brother's Heart. Leo. Yonder he's coming to receive it. But have a care, brave Sir, he does not place it in another's. Lor. It is not in his power. He has a rotten Caufe upon his Sword, I'm forry he is engag'd in't; but fince |