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Ped. No, not now-some other time-consider the lady


Fel. What a cross old fool! first he will, and then ke won't; and then he will, and then he won't. [Exit.

Enter Servant.

Serv. Here's Don Lopez de Pimentell to wait on you, senior.

Ped. What the devil does he want? he is not going. Bring him up; he's in pursuit

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Enter Don LOPEZ.

Lop. I am glad to find you at home, Don Pedro; I was told that you was seen upon the road to-this afternoon.

Ped. That might be, my lord; but I had the misfortune to break the wheel of my chariot, which obliged me to return.——— -What is your pleasure with me, my lord?

Lop. I am informed that my daughter is in your


Ped. That's more than I know, my lord; but here was your son, just now, as drunk as an emperor. Lop. My son drunk!-I never saw him in drink in my life.- Where is he, pray, sir? Ped. Gone to be married.


Lop. Married!-to whom -I don't know that he courted any body.

Ped. Nay, I know nothing of that—but I'm sure he shewed me the contract-Within, there!

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Enter Servant.

Bid my daughter come hither; she'll tell you another ! story, my lord.

Serv. She's gone out in a chair, sir.

Ped. Out in a chair!-what do you mean, sir?

Serv. As I say, sir;—and Donna Isabella went in another just before her. Lop. Isabella!

Serv. And Don Felix followed in another ;-I overheard them all bid the chair go to the Terriero de passa.

Ped. Ha! what business has my daughter there? I am confounded, and know not what to think-within there.

[Exit. Lop. My heart misgives me plaguily.—Call me an alguazil—I'll pursue them straight. [Exit.


Changes to the Street before Don PEDRO's House. Enter

Liss. I wish I could see Flora--methinks I have an hankering kindness after the slut--we must be reconciled.

Enter GIBBY.

Gib. Aw my sal, sir, but Ise blithe to find yee here


Liss. Ha, brother! give me thy hand, boy.
Gib. No se fast, se ye me-Brether me ne brethers;

I scorn a leer as muckle as a thiefe, se ye now, and ye must gang intul this house with me, and justifie to Donna Violante's face, that she was the lady that gang'd in here this morn, se ye me, or the deel ha my sal, sir, but ye and I shall be twa folks.

Liss. Justify it to Donna Violante's face, quotha! For what? Sure you don't know what you say.

Gib. Troth de I, sir, as weel as yee de: therefore come along, and make no mair words about it.

Liss. Why, what the devil do you mean? Don't you consider you are in Portugal? Is the fellow mad?

Gib. Fellow! Ise none of yer fellow, sir; and gin the place were hell, I'd gar ye do me justice. [Lissardo going.] Nay, the deel a feet ye gang.

[Lays hold of him, and knocks. Liss. Ha! Don Pedro himself: I wish I were fairly [Aside.



Enter Don PEDRO.

Ped. How now? What makes you knock so loud?

Gib. Gin this be Don Pedro's house, sir, I wou'd

speak with Donna Violante, his daughter.

Ped. Hal what is it you want with my daughter, pray?

Gib. An she be your daughter, and lik your honour, command her to come out, and answer for herself now, and either justify or disprove what this chield told me this morn.

Liss. So, here will be a fine piece of work. [Aside. Ped. Why, what did he tell you, ha?

Gib. By my sal, sir, Ise tell you aw the truth.My master got a pratty lady upon the how de call't -Passa-here at five this morn, and he gar me watch her heam—and in troth I lodg'd her here; and meeting this ill-favour'd thiefe, se ye me, I speered wha she was--and he tald me her name was Donna Violante, Don Pedro de Mendosa's daughter. Ped. Hal my daughter with a man, abroad at five in the morning! Death, hell, and furies! By Saint Anthony, I'm undone.

Gib. Wounds, sir! ye put yer saint intul bonny company.

Ped. Who is your master, you dog you?" Adз"heart I shall be trick'd of my daughter and money "too, that's worst of all."

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Gib. You dog you! 'Sblead, sir! don't call names -I won't tell you who my master is, se ye me now. Ped. And who are you, rascal, that know my daughter so well? hal [Holds up his cane. Liss. What shall I say, to make him give this Scotch dog a good beating? [Aside.] I know your daughter, signior! Not I; I never saw your daugh. ter in all my life.

Gib. [Knocks him down with his fist.] Deel ha my sal, sar, gin ye get no your carich for that lie now. Ped. What, hoa! where are all my servants?

Enter Colonel, FELIX, ISABELLA, and VIOLANTE. Raise the house in pursuit of my daughter.

"Ser. Here she comes, signior."

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Col. Hey-day! what's here to do?

Gib. This is the loonlike tik, an lik your honour, that sent me heam with a lee this morn.

Col. Come, come, 'tis all well, Gibby; let him rise. Ped. I am thunderstruck-and have no power to speak one word.

Fel. This is a day of jubilee, Lissardo; no quar. relling with him this day.

Liss. A pox take his fists!are but a word and a blow.

-Egad, these Britons

Enter Don LOPEZ.

Lop. So, have I found you, daughter? Then you have not hanged yourself yet, I see.

Col. But she is married, my lord.

Lop. Married! Zounds! to whom?

Col. Even to your humble servant, my lord. If
you please to give us your blessing.

Lop. Why, hark ye, mistress, are you really married?
Isab. Really so, my lord.

Lop. And who are you, sir?

Col. An honest North-Briton by birth, and a co

lonel by commission, my lord.

Lop. An heretic! the devil! [Holding up his hands. Ped. She has played you a slippery trick, indeed, my lord-Well, my girl, thou hast been to see thy friend married-next week thou shalt have a better husband, my dear. [To Violante. Fel. Next week is a little too soon, sir; I hope to live longer than that.

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