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Show 2i2 The M I S T A K E. he is, he muft take his Fate. For you, m y Bravo, expect m e in your turn. LTo Carl°s; Car. You'll find, Camillo, Sir, will fet your Hand Lor. A beardlefs Boy. You might have match'd me better, Sir: But Prudence is a Virtue. DonFel. Nay, Son, I wou'd not have thee defpife thy Adverfary neither; thou'lt find Camillo will put thee hardly to'r. Xor. I wifh we were come to the Trial. Why does he not appear ? . . 3a«». N o w do I hate to hear People brag thus. Sir, with m y Lady's leave, I'll hold a Ducate hedifarms you. LTfyey lauzh* Lor. W h y , what! I think I'm fported with. Take heed, I warn you all •, I a m not to be trifled with. Enter Camillo and Ifabella. Leo. You fhan't, Sir $ here's one will be in earneft with you. Lor. He's welcome : T h o I had rather have drawn m y Sword againft another. I'm forry, Camillo, we (hou'd meet on fuch bad Terms as thefe ; yet more forry your Sifter fhou'd be the wicked Caufe on't : but fince nothing will ferve her but the Blood either of a Husband or Brother, fhe fhall be glutted with't. Draw ! Lop. Ah Lard, ah Lard, ah Lard ! Lor. And yet, before I take this Inftrument of Death into m y fatal Hand, hear me, Camillo ; hear, Alvarez ; all! I imprecate the utmoft Powers of Heav'n, to fhower upon m y Head the deadlieft of its Wrath ; 1 ask that all Hell's Torments may unite to round my Soul with one eternal Anguifh, if wicked Leonora ben't my Wife. Omnes. O Lord, O Lord, O L e d ! Leo. W h y then, may all thofe Curfes pafs him by, and wrap m e in their cverlafting Pains, if ever once The M I S T A K E. 21? I had a fleeting Thought of making him m y Huf-feand. Lop. O Lord, O Lord, O Lord ! Leo. Nay more ; to ftrike him dumb at once, and fhew what Men with honeft Looks can practife, know he's married to another. Alv. and Fel, H o w ! Leo. The Truth of this is known to fome are here. Jac. Nay, 'tis certainly fo. Ifab. 'Tis to a Friend of mine. Car. I know the Perfon. Lor. 'Tis falfe, and thou art a Villain for thy Tefti-finony. Cam. Then let m e fpeak; what they aver is true, and I m y felf was, in Difguife, a Witnefs of its doing. Lot. Death and Confufion! H e a Villain too ! Have at thy Heart. [H* draws. Lop. Ah! 1 can't bear the Sight on't. Cam. Put up that furious thing, there's no Bufinefs for't. Lor. There's Bufinefs for a Dagger, Stripling ; 'tis that fhould'be thy Recompence. Cam. Why then to fhew thee naked to the World, and clofe thy Mouth for e v e r - - I am my felf thy Wife r Lor. What does the D o g mean ? Cam. To fall upon the Earth, and fue for Mercy. [Kneels, and lets her Perriwig fall off. Lor. A W o m a n ! Lop. I-cod, and a pretty one too ; you Waggs you. Lor. I'm all Amazement. Rife, Camillo (if I am ftill to call you by that N a m e ) and let m e hear the Wonders you have for me. Ifab. That part her Modefty will ask from m e ; I'm to inform you then, that this Difguife hides other My-fteries befides a W o m a n ; a large and fair Eftate was cover'd by't, which with the Lady now will be re- # fign a I |