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Show *3,6 The *Difappo¥ntment \ er, <**lph. The Duke ? ."Whatof the Duke? Lor. N o more of him: Alphonfo, Take but a Minute's Patience, and I will Difcover to your Ear Alph. A m I not wrong'd ? Lor. Y o u are. Alph. N o matter then for more Difcoveries, Lor. And you would be revenged? Alph. Reveng'd! I will, By Heav'n, I will be to the fulh Lor. And may, You may, with fafety, would you hear m e out. Alph. Wordsare theCrutches, which tame Cowards ufe T o halt upon, in any brave Defign: I am refolv'd 5 and may the Husband's Curfe Light here upon m y Forehead, for the Beys T o find m e out fey, as I pafs along, The c o m m o n Scorn, and Jeft of laughing Fools, W h e n I defift from m y refolv'd Revenge. Lor. Defift! N o Friend, \ come not n o w to preach A Sufferance to thee^ but to be imploy'd, T o (hare thy Fortune, and afiiftthy Caufe! Alph. Doft thcujoin with m e ? than I draw my Sword, Secure, and confident of m y Revenge: Tho' he were great as the firft Cdfar was, High feated in the Empire of the World, With Nations waiting round him for his Guard, H e went to nothing. All his Glories here Shou^ meet their Fate, and fall before m y Fury. Lor. Be temperate. Alph. N o w let the Tyrant boaft; Pride his vain Thoughts, and triumph in his lib; G r o w riotous, and wanton in the Spoils O f the fair Fame of noble Families; And let his Bawds, that are abroad for Prey, Fatten his Luft with frefh Variety, And wrack him on the Fury of Defire, That I may take him in the Hour of Hell, , And feal Damnation to him in his Blood; The M O T H E R in Fajhion. 137 Lor. Alphonfo, this is all a SVfad- man's Rage, Will you yet hear me? Alph. There's fuch an Infpiration of Revenge, Rages within m y Breaft, That I could ftand an idle Looker-on, Tamely behold his Bawdy Minifters- Difh up m y Wife again to his hot Youth, And then m y Sifter, for his fecond Courfej Rather than mifs m y Time. But this is Talk: Now for the Duke. Lor. Nay, then, I can no more. Alph. W h y doft thou draw thy Sword ? Lor. To kill thee. Alph. H o w ! is this thy Friendfhip! Lor. Yes. The higheft Proof! If thou art fond of Death, fall nobly here; ' Not like a Villain, by the Hangman's Hands.' Stir not a Step this way, for by the Life Of my eternal Soul, I mean m y Word*. Alph. You dare not mean 'em. Lor. Do not prove m y Daring, For if you do Alph. Nay then- • [Juft eng#gin&. Yet I am calm. Is this a Friend, Lorenzo ? Lor Yes! a juft one, A Friend to thee, thy Honour, and thy Name* A Friend, that does delerve a nobler Ufage. Alph. I know thou doft deferve what Man can merit: Bear with m y Weaknefs; I have been to blame: But pardon me, and ufe m e like a Friend. Lor. As I have always done, and ever will. Alph. Then tell rae which way I muft fteer m y Courfe. Thou would'ft not have m e fpend a fordid Life la a tame Fellowfhip with m y Difgrace ? Lor. Nor would I have our generous Duke Fall violently under thy Revenge, When Jaftice calls it on Alberto's Life; Alph. Alberto! lor. Yes. I fpeak on Certainty, Oa my own Senfe: And therefore came to find you j Had |