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B21422
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The Spanish rogue as it was acted by His Majesties servants / written by Tho. Duffett.
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Duffett, Thomas.
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1674
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Wing D2453
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Thou wilt be branded with a Cowards name A fearful Rogue Art thou so lost to shame Fen. So lost to policy For if to mischief th' art so firmly bent By killing us thou may'st thy death prevent Ming That 's well advis'd Rosel I dare thy sharpest spight and will not grieve To dye so my Alonzo may but live Alc. See what thou doest thou bloody Devil do Min. Seal up your lips or I 'll begin with you Alc. Brave Villain do I will requite thy pain If spight won't make thee shoot yet do 't for gain Here 's Gold and Jewels if these will not do I 'll call thee Coward nay I 'll curse thee too Min. No more I 'll quickly end this Generous strife These Ladies never injur'd me 't is true But I 'll kill them to be reveng'd of you He flashes in the pan and Alonzo and Fenise disarm him Alon. Thou cruel Rogue now we 'll command thy fate Min. I will not beg your love nor fear your hate Had not my foolish pity staid my hand My Life had never been at your command A great noise within Rosel Anoâ—her Storm begins ere this is gone Alc. If 't is your Father we are yet undone Larasco within For pity's sake let 's in who ere you be Fen. That 's my Rascal's voice Lar. within Ay Sir 't is me 't is me Enter Larasco arm'd Fen. What does this folly mean Lar. O Sir as I to meet my Love did go forth The very Devil follow'd me and so forth Enter Manuel Leonella Teresa falling over one another for haste followed by Sanchez in a Shroud Alon. What tricks are these Speak Devil or I 'll kill thee if I can San. Hold good Sir hold I am your very Man Pulls off his Shroud Leon. There 's the Original of all this Rout. Ming Were ever things so crosly brought about Nay Sir 't is true and had my Plots hit right There had not one of you surviv'd this Night Rosel O my dear Father Ming Lady you mistake nay I 'll make you known Since I am lost I will not fall alone He 's not your Father he 's a Rogue a Cheat He is in nothing but in Mischief great Man Malicious Rogue dear Daughter hear him not He 's raving mad now he has miss'd his Plot. Dear Child lead me to Bed I 'm very sick Ming To Bed to th' Gallows this is a meer trick To get off Rosel Let him not use my Father so Ming Madam he 's a Villain and your mortal Foe Alon. Mingo speak out what is it thou canst say Teres Damn'd Lyes mischievous Lyes lead him away Ming Woman hear thy Charge My Crime 's so great and so prodigious grown Though I beg pardon I can hope for none But when their faults in competition come Mine are but Cyphers theirs a total Sum. Had you not Sisters once whom you think lost Fen. Nay more than think we know that they were drown'd Ming Sir spare your Sighs the Ladies soon are found When Don Valasco your brave Father dy'd You being too young to be your Sisters Guide Were left with her to noble Pedro's care Your honour'd Father Sir To Alonzo Fen. Thou seek'st delayes in Story fetch'd so far Alon. All this we know and how my Father strove To joyn our Families with Bonds of Love Fen. Then how our Sisters with Don Pedro went When in Peru he had a Government We know the time when they took Ship again But never heard when they return'd to Spain Ming The rest I can relate and mean to do More in Revenge to them than Love to you The Sea mov'd gently and with flatt'ring Gales The am'rous Wind did court the flying Sails But Fate that knows a thousand paths to Death Sent a Disease to take your Father's Breath To Sanchez his old Servant and a Maid He left your Sisters and the Wealth he had With careful duty to restore again Their Charge to you when they return'd to Spain But in the very Port they met with one Gorzell a cruel tatter'd Pickaroon Sanchez they murther'd made the rest their prey And took your Sisters very names away What they did since is partly known to you None but themselves know what they meant to do This is the Villain that the cursed Maid By whose infernal Plots they were betrai'd This Womans names Guttarze that Mans Gorzell By whose inhuman hands poor Sanchez fell And those your Sisters are those Ladies there What Heav'n decrees cannot be alter'd here Alon. O that we could believe thee Fen. What say you Man and Teres Mercy mercy Gentlemen 't is too true Alon. Which is my Sister which must be my Bride Teres Y'have fix'd those Knots your Father long since ty'd Madam Alcinda Sir your Sister is And you Rosella are Don Fenis's Fen. Excess of happiness thy Life 's thy own To Mingo Dangers so great so suddenly o'reblown Make all our joyes like pleasing Dreams appear Rosel I cannot look this way without a Tear Can I see him I once call'd Father kneel And weep to me Alc. Methinks I fear him still Rosel You shall forgive him Alon. The greatest Injuries were yours if you Can pardon them with all my Heart I do Fen. But we forget the blackest Crime they did Although we pardon them for that they 'll bleed Poor murther'd Sanchez does for Vengeance cry The Law will seize them and for that they 'll dye Man Cruel Woman had not thy restless Will Urg'd on his death he had been living still Ter. Thou foolish Man why wouldst thou hear me then Nature allows our Sex less Wit than Men That you may rule us when we go aside Had I been govern'd Sanchez had not dy'd Rosel No other wayes to save their lives pray try Sanch. Madam there is this time they shall not dye Look on me well have you not known this Face Time has not chang'd it much from what it was Man 'T is he 't is he good Sanchez pardon me Ter. O Sanchez we confess our cruelty Pray forgive us Sanch. May your forgiveness be From all the World as hearty as from me Since I have seen my Mistrisses again No more remembrance of my Wounds remain Fen. Then you are free but ere this Sun goes down We charge ye every one to leave the Town Alon. Where we reside be never seen again The Law shall seize ye if we meet in Spain Ming Pox o' thy trembling Paw hadst thou but dy'd Or done thy work I had been satisfi'd Ter. Curse on thy plotting pate and wheedling tongue Hadst thou been hang'd we yet had flourish'd long Leon. Hard-hearted Mingo wouldst thou murther me Ming No pretty Rogue I was to marry thee Save your Lordship mighty Manuel hight And eke your fair La-dee Teresa bright Great Don pray shut your Lordly Gate ' gainst all Of your own Sex hate ev'ry thing that 's Male Such tempting trash would make a Saint grow vain Take heed no smooth face't Eunuch come again Bezo las mannos Signior Alon. No more Sanchez I to his former place restore Let 's to the Sacred Temple haste and pay Glad thanks to Heaven for this happy day Fen. Let smiling Hymen with his Nuptial bands As we have joyn'd our Hearts unite our Hands Now all our Doubts and Fears with joyes are crown'd Our Cares are lost and our lost Sisters found FINIS EPILOGUE Spoken by Mrs. KNEPPE VVHen Wit and Native Beauty found Success Without a daz'ling Scene or gaudy Dress Then Playes were good and wholesom your Amour But when these downright Blessings pleas'd no more Poets from France fetch'd new Intrigue and Plot Kind Women new French Words and Fashions got And finding all French Tricks so much did please 'T oblige ye more They got ev'n their Disease That too did take and as much Honour gets As breaking Windows or not paying Debts O 't is so gente So modish and so fine To shrug and cry Faith Jack I drink no Wine For I 've a swinging Clap this very time Poets saw this and brought their Stages Crimes Chang'd Comedy to Farce and Sense to Rimes That took your very Souls But now you are so strangely hum'rous grown That even these your dear Regalio's will not down The newest Miss with all her little Arts Sometimes can't soften your obdurate hearts At other times you are so far from Pride A swarthy Gipsie would be deify'd Then to your Friends you tell such horrid Lyes You had a Pers'n of Honour in disguise Dam'ee the pretty'st Creature O such Eyes No Play without a new Machine will do Shortly Your Miss must act with Engine to For brisk and pretty you will cry at last Can she Curvet and is she Thorough-pac't Y'have Fiddle and Motion now and all That ' Zbud I wonder what a Devil you 'd be at If you persist in these lewd damning wayes You 'll have no more new Misses nor new Playes Per T. D. ERRATA PAge 4. line 23. read Fenise for Mingo p. 14. l. 24. r. and for are p. 16. l. 15. r. Her Sword p. 24. l. 6. r. liv'd here p. 29. l. 11. r. or for od p. 33. l. 11. r. so basely for so bravely p. 41. l. 3. r. talk for take l. 33. r. Sot for Scot p. 43. l. 1. r. a for her p. 45. l. 24. r. thousand Curses l. 31. r. learn for lrarn p. 48. l. 14. r. darted for darte p. 57. l. 12. r. did for din p. 59. l. 1. r. ne'r for nor