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A45651	The mistakes, or, The false report a tragi-comedy, acted by their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Jos. Harris ; the prologue written by Mr. Dryden ; the epilogue by Mr. Tate.	Harris, Joseph, ca. 1650-ca. 1715.; Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.	1691 (1691)	Wing H865; ESTC R4488	60,524	88

been all too blame Thus fondly to believe what was not so But now the dire mistakes are known and plain And we will never be deceiv'd again Lop. Now Sir pray hear me when you were gone I was studying to prevent your Duell but Ricardo how led there to hear me the Devil and he best knows came sneaking behind me and o're-heard me talking to my self then told me that he understood your design of Fighting with Antonio which he said he wou'd prevent so desir'd me to Entrust him with your Safety S●●●ring enough to damn him if false that you were his dearest Friend and that when your twatling-strings broke his heart-strings wou'd crack the rest you know better then I. Mir. 'T is plain Ricardo is t●e Engeneer Who has been buzzing in my Fathers ears To undermine our peace and comfort Lop. If I was not afraid of being hang'd for my policy I wou'd contrive to countermine this fellow Ant. We are thine for ever Lopez if thou dost Lop. Why then Sir lend me that Suit of Cloaths which you have on with which I 'le personate you for a while I hope you 're not offended at the Comparison then I 'le seek out Bernardo his Servant whom I will so pump and wire-draw that you may see through his Master but leave me ●o manage the rest Ant. It has a face indeed Alb. To morrow thou shalt have it Lopez And I will ever acknowledge thy kind Service Lop. I humbly thank your Lordship Alb. In what a Storm this strange mistake had cast me Tost on the Gloomy billows of despair Which heav'd by winds of Jealousy and rage Had almost rack'd my harrass'd Soul to ruine But since we 're now in view of distant Land Once more I 'le beg thee of thy angry Father And drive away those Clouds oppress'd his Goodness Grant Heaven a happy issue to our troubles Give me but once to touch the promis'd shore And I 'le embark on this rough Surge no more Exeunt Omnes The End of the Third Act. The Fourth ACT. SCENE I. The Pallace Enter Vice-Roy and Ricardo V. R. THe Mornings chearfull Ray now guilds ●he World And darts a joyfull Omen to my breast The Early Lark tunes his shrill notes to Hymen Whilst every Bird does warble out the Chorus And deafen all the Murmurings of my grief Ric. 'T is true great Sir but yet this glittering form May be a painted Cloud that ushers in a Storm V. R. Can you suspect your Masters word Ricardo That thus you mutter out your brooding fears Is that a posture for a happy Bridegroom Clad in that gloomy Visage and with eyes Fixt on the Earth whilst Mounting to the skies Ric. Has not last Nights uproar yet reach'd your ears Which so allarm'd your Loyall Subjects fears V. R. It has not yet Ric. Then I must be the Informer Wou'd Heaven my duty wou'd excuse my ●ilence Whether their plots have all turn'd head upon 'em And so compell'd 'em to this act I know not But once more they have combin'd Sir to deceive you Hoodwink your reason and ecclipse your Judgment And make your ignorance patronize their Crime● V. R. As how Ric. Just as the Pallace Clock struck one I am inform'd there was a busteling noise Like the first puffing of an Angry wind Which swells and bursts at last into a Storm Strait clashing Swords disturb'd the Slumbring night Which eccho'd by a dreadfull voice of Murder Chas'd Gentle Morpheus from the Princes eyes For by design 't was done near her Apartment She rose urg'd by her pitty to their danger And with a few Attendants strait descended But heavens what was her wonder when she saw The two disloyal friends engag'd in Fight V. R. Alberto and Antonio Ric. The same my Lord. V. R. What should the meaning of their quarrell be Ric. You 'le please to judge Sir when you hear the rest To Countenance her pitty Alberto receiv'd a wound Which when she mourn'd for and Enquir'd the Cause He with a whining Scorn accus'd her Cruelty And bid her help Antonio whom she lov'd He seem'd amaz'd at the new Jealousy And ask't the grounds the Note was then examin'd Which he as well he might deny'd to be his hand Next comes a daubing Scene of flattering Joy Alberto kneels and weeping begs her pardon As all had been a Mistery to him Nay more oh heavens what Impudence is this They lay the crime the spring of all to me And have design'd this Morning to accuse me When he shall beg Miranda Sir of you V. R. Beg her of me sure 't is Impossible That they should dare to look me in the face As well they might behold an Angry Iove When grim revenge sits furrow'd on his brow Ready to scatter ruine on th' Assailers All Lemnos brandisht in his hands at once Ric. But they 've a Mist to lay before your eyes Will damp the Force of your avenging Thunder And melt your rage to a refreshing dew V. R. 'T is moulded proof against their weak attempts But to begin I promis'd you my daughter And with her take my heart for ever Embraces him Go call the Princess here Going out Attend. Great Sir she has prevented me she 's here V. R. Hell and Confusion what 's this I see Or my sense fails or 't is Alberto with her Enter Alberto leading Miranda By all my wrongs 't is he oh my salt bloud Burst burst your Channels over-flow your Banks And let my veins be fill'd with Liquid fire Quite to devour this Gorgon that unmans me Thus let all Villains dye offers to kill Alb. Ric. interposes Ric. Hold Sacred Sir V. R. Ricardo off for 't is in vain to stop me Ric. My Life Sir be the forfeit for th' offence Consider Sir who 't is that does oppose you 'T is I your Faithfull Slave who wou'd rather dye Then see your honour blemish'd by this rashness How wou'd the censuring World condemn you Sir If in your rage you shou'd Sentence one untry'd And be your self the Executioner Not but I wish his death cause he deserves it But to dye thus wou'd make him Innocent And ●ame secure he 's punisht but by halves Alb. Why this contention for a wretched life Villain I know it is the game you hunt for to Ric. But yet you think 't is not toil'd enough for death You wou'd have me linger out a Hell on Earth See you possest of all Miranda's Charms Bu● Traytor know I have a Sword can reach thee And spite of Loyallty respect or Duty Rip out the heart that violates my Love And cool the warmth which nourishes thy flame Ric. He has guest my wishes aside Mir. Yes hellish Monster know There 's yet a greater bar to oppose thy way A Rock of Adamant and so Impenetrable That thou Villain with Legions like thy self No nor the Hell thou carry'st in thy breast Can ever melt or force away V. R. Insolent Pair but now they 've doom'd themselves And by

Shakspear's greater Genius still prevail'd Have not some writing Actors in this Age Deserv'd and found Success upon the Stage To tell the truth when our old Wits are tir'd Not one of us but means to be inspir'd Let your kind presence grace our homely cheer Peace and the Butt it all our bus'ness here So much for that and the Devil take small beer EPILOGUE Writ by Mr. N. Tate Spoken by Mrs. Bulter in Mans Cloaths AS Malefactors brought to Execution Have leave t' Harrangue before their Dissolution Such favour your poor Criminall beseeches Something to say to justify her Breeches To strut with Feather Tilter Lace and Blue I have as good pretence as most of you 'T was time to take this Warlike Dress in Vogue To guard my dang'rous Post of Epilogue Where lurching Wits like Rapperees appear And Coward Critique still attack's our Rear I stand your Shot To storm this little Fort Let 's see who dares I've that shall find you sport Damn your French way of shooting on the Stretch Give me the Man bears up and mounts the Breach Entrench'd i' th' Pit you sit securely Rageing You know who 'le have the odds in close Engaging But this is all exceeding my Commission To swagger while our Poet makes Submission I told the tim'rous Fool 't was not the way A worse Mistake then any in his Play But he has writ just as you Fight for ●ay Like you he justifies his Cause for Life For Fame for Liberty for Bratts and Wife He writes but 't is not for the sake of Writing When you your Bilbo Scarf and Plume are Dighting For Heaven's sake tell me is't for love of Fighting Money 's his Plea that makes the Lawyer trudge The Priest Preach Counter and Corrupts the Iudge Meer want our Youn●●●ers to write Plays impowers Playing will neither do their Work nor Ours Then since you are so kind to Their Deserts Give next Vs Women leave to show our Parts Let us perceive but the kind Humour seize ye We 'le ●ry our skill and do our best to please ye Dramatis Personae DOn Juan de Mendoza Vice-Roy of Naples Mr. Hodgsdon Alberto A Nobleman in Love with Miranda Mr. Powell Antonio His Friend in Love with Astella Mr. Alexander Ricardo The Vice-Roy 's Favourite A Villain and in Love with Miranda Mr. Montford Lopez Alberto 's Men Mr. Bowen Bernardo Ricardo's Man Mr. Trefusis Don Sylvio Fabio Gentlemen to the Vice-Roy Three Soldiers Three Neighbours A Iaylor Messengers Officers Guards and Att●ndants WOMEN Miranda The Vice-Roys Daughter in Love with Alberto Mrs. Bracegirdle Astella Sister to Alberto in Love with Antonio Mrs. Butler Maria. Miranda's Confident Mrs. Richardson The Scene NAPLES ACT I. SCENE I. The Street Enter Alberto reading a Challenge follow'd by his Man Lopez Alb. THis from Antonio forbid it freindship He tells me that Miranda's false and loves me not If he be then that happy Rivall why shou'd he desire To take that life her Scorn can look away Lop. Goes it there I have the business now aside But will prevent your designs my noble valiant Don. Alb. This note 's ten thousand daggers to my breast Cleaves to my heart like Hercules poyson'd shirt And tares my Soul in piecemeal Shall I go on my friendship bars the way But mighty Love and Honour chide my stay Yes I will go I 'le meet this treacherous man And stab her image in his faithless breast Or fall my self a Sacrifice to both Lop. That I must prevent my good furious Master aside Alb. By Heaven he shan't enjoy her I 'le sluce my veins Let out a deluge of my bloud to drown 'em And follow 'em tho' rocks high as Olimpus Oppose and stop my way Leap Aetna's hideous Va●lt Then catch 'em on the brink and plunge 'em in But I will have revenge and such revenge As Traytors may the damn'd themselves yet never knew And I 'le about it strait Exit Lo. So now is he going to take Horse and Ride Post to the Devill A plague on these Female Succ●bu●'s who o' my Conscience are good for nothing else but to breed and beget quarrells Well faith I 'le not lose a good Master so Enter Ricardo and his man Bernardo following Lop. I 'le get some friends and neighbours to assist me then go with 'em to all the slaughtering fields about town and finde them out and so prevent their duelling Ric. How 's this friends and neighbours to assist his Master that must not be Bernardo do you follow Lopez when he goes from hence and leave him not till night I can away with your dilligence till to the morrow Ber. Till to morrow Sir Ric. Yes till to morrow business of importance obl●ges me to attend the Vice-Roy be gone Bernardo waits at the door Lop. What a pox has Antonio to do with his Mistriss or can't he share her with his friend I warrant She 'le give 'em both enough in as hot a Skirmish as this is like to be Ric. I must prevent his purpose and design Lopez Lop. Bless me what will become of me now if this ill-natur'd Courtier has or'e-heard me Ric. I 've heard from you your Masters rash design of fighting with Antonio and must your faith●●llness and care commend Lop. I 'd rather you 'd heard the last Trumpet Summoning you to Hell Sir you may commend it but I can hardly believe that you 'l reward it Ric. Why Lopez thy Master is My dearest friend Our hatred's fled to 'th air from whence it sprung The date is out and all the bonds are cancell'd Canst thou then think ●'de tamely see him fall And crack those strings which hold Ricardo's heart Friendship 's a dearer name to me then Honour And I 'le expose the one to save the other Lop. As how Sir Ric. I will prevent their ●ighting Lopez Or if that fail I will assist thy Master But if his nicety refuse me that I 'le stake the utmost cast I have to loose And run upon Antonio's Sword Then hold it close ●nto my throbbing heart Untill my dearest blood cool on the point And blunt the stroak of death to save Alberto Lop Well Sir since you are so resolv'd to serve my Master I 'le trust his safety for once with you and humbly retire Ber. Hist hist Lopez Lopez run to Bernardo both go off together Ric. His safety dull Buffoon trust me for that Thou coud'st not chuse a better Guardian out Tho' thou hadst ransackt all the worlds below To cull a Villain of the blackest dye One thing I want to finish forth a Hero But 't is the meanest virtue brutall Courage Mallice I have enough and witty mallice These greater qualities may infuse the less And then Ricardo has a Titans Soul Alberto's death makes way for my pretentions Unto the coy Miranda's heart I will about it strait Itali●n spite assist me at this push Or bl●st Ricardo or his Rivall crush Exit SCENE The Pallace Enter Miranda and Astella Mir.