THE Counterfeits, A COMEDY, As it is Acted at the Duke's Theatre.  ubi voluptas quaeritur, ibi non minus laudis promeretur qui pessimè dixit, quàm qui optimè, eò quòd non minùs delectet— 
Licenced, Aug. 29. 1678. R. L'estrange.  
LONDON, Printed for jacob Tonson, at the judges-head in Chancery-lane. 1679.   

PROLOGUE.  
IT is the Fate of Strangers to the Town,  
To have the Play and Prologue too their own:  
Whilst Writers here for one another sweat,  
Clubbing like Car-men when a Brother's set.  
Nay, dull insipid Farce you will commend  
For sake of Prologue-writing gifted Friend;  
Some gentle follower of the Wits, who thinks  
He sucks in Poetry when-e're he drinks.  
Since these have left no Formal So or Thus,  
I'll bluntly tell you what you'll have from us.  
Know then our Poet ventures more by far  
Then all the blustering Hero's of the War.  
For he without a Second does engage  
Throngs of a fulsome bawdy scribing Age;  
And dares in th' midst of cried-up satire vent  
What you'll acknowledge nicely innocent.  
'Tis bold and new, and 'mongst the ruffling Toys,  
Whose Wit is beastly Impudence and Noise,  
He knows he's damned; but would be so on choice.  
Ladies, for you he writ, much grieved to see  
Your best of Pleasures, harmless Comedy,  
Made Bawd to such mean dirty Ribaldry  
As scarce is known to th' Offal of the Gallery.  
Should he miscarry, 'tis in such a Cause  
Will challenge Pardon, if not gain Applause.  
Be kind, he's young, and on your hands may mend.  
'Tis something so to write as not t'offend.   


The Actors Names.  D. Gomez. 
Mr. Anthony Lee.  Don Luis. 
Mr. Gilloe.  Vitelli. 
Mr. Betterton.  Antonio. 
Mr. Harris.  Carlos. 
Mr. Medburne.  Peralta. 
Mr. Smith.  Dormilon. 
Mr. Persivall.  Fabio. 
Mr. underhill.  Crispin. 
Mr. Williams.  Tonto. 
Mr. Richards.  Boy. 
Young Mumford.  Officers. 
  

Women  Elvira. 
Mrs. Lee.  Violante. 
Mrs. Price.  Clara. 
Mrs. Barrer.  Flora. 
Mrs. Gibbs.    

THE Counterfeits, A COMEDY.  


ACT I. SCENE 1. The High Street in Madrid.  Antonio, Carlos. Car. 
SHe is your Sister, Antonio.  Ant. 
That's it that makes my Hell: were she as far from my Blood, as now my Love, she might, if possible, outsin her Sex, and never injure me. But to call me Brother, and be pointed at for Whore, Carlos; were the Lives of all our Family twisted up in hers, nay, should all Posterity perish with her, she dies.  Car. 
This Passion puts thee beyond all Counsel: prithee be thyself, and let me hear the Circumstances of your Story. I am too much a Spaniard, not to prompt you to Revenge; but would first know why, and how.  Ant. 
Believe me, thou art blessed, Carlos, who hast none of this frail Tribe so near thy Blood, to rack thy Thoughts. The very Being of the Sex is infectious, and from the moment of their Birth corrupts their Blood, and leaves them all a Stain.  Car. 
This is Raving past hopes of Cure.  Ant. 
Would you have me tame, when all my Care and future's Hopes are at once blasted? Had I not Fondness for her beyond that of Mothers? Fool that I was, to trust my Happiness on the treacherous prop● of a Woman's Faith!  Car. 
This may still be Jealousy, and founded on the hate of some sly Informer.  Ant. 
Would my Life could buy the least show for Doubt. No, see, see Carlos, her own Hand witnesses against herself; the only thing wherein a Woman ought to be believed.  Carlos reads the Letter. 
— Vitelli, a Gentleman of Cordova, as he pretended, with promise of Marriage's had possession of my Bed● and, as I am informed, is fled towards Castille. My Retreat is to a Monastery, where, you shall know when my Injuries are revenged—  Ant. 
Dost thou not find her more impudent than practised Bawds? Had he still stayed to feed her Lustful flame, I had been ignorant.  
Yes, you shall be revenged on your Vitelli; and with the same Dagger, though thou wert professing at the Altar, I'd send thee to keep company with the Devils like thyself.  
Carlos, thou must not trust thy very Thoughts with this Secret. Is there not something in my Looks may tell the world my Sister's Whore? Ha—  Car. 
This is Madness beyond Bedlam; be calm, and I'll further your Design.— But—  Ant. 
Each Minute's now an Age; but once revenged, thou shalt see me calm as sleeping Children. I was not wont to be thus.  Car. 
Nor must you be, Antonio; this Passion is a certain Hindrance to your purpose. How can I assist you, when you will not give yourself time to tell your Story?  Ant. 
True, Carlos, and thou hast named the only thing could teach me Patience to relate my Shame. Know then, that very night I had concluded the advantageous Match for this false Woman, with Don Alonso Fonseca, the great Heir, returning late home, brisk with wine, and overjoyed at the Success, I entered at the Garden-door, which I found open, and all the House silent as Death. Fear of my greatest Treasure winged me to her Chamber: where, to my perpetual Torment, I found that Letter. Oh Carlos! canst thou guests the Sighs of Merchants in a Storm, or utmost Pangs of Parents o'er their dying Hopes? such was my Treasure, such my Loss and Grief.  Car. 
The Surprise must needs be great, and the unlucky Circumstances add much to the Affliction. But what Account could your Servants give?  Ant. 
All I could learn was, that she (who you know always governed) commanded them to bed, and that her Maid should wait my coming home; by which means, unknown to any, they escaped.  Car. 
Know you the place of her Retirement she speaks of?  Ant. 
No, I left her Shame to be her Punishment, till I could wreak my Vengeance on Vitelli, who I judge would choose Madrid, (for of Cordova he is not,) both for the Solemnity, and likeliest place to lie concealed.  Car. 
Do you know him?  Ant. 
No, Carlos, but such an Action must leave some mark upon the base Offender; and something tells me, my heightened Rage will point me to the cursed Ruiner of my Honour.— Methinks I must look him dead.  Car. 
Our Friendship needs not be confirmed by Talking; Antonio knows how much Carlos would do to serve him. Nor will I spend a Minute otherwise then in his Search. Unload thyself, and let me bear half the weight. Thou hast too much Love, and too much sense of Honour.  Ant. 
Carlos, thou knew'st my Father well: methinks I see him just now breathing out his last, and with his cold trembling hand delivering up Elvira to my Care. Take her, said he, Antonio, the Treasure of my life, the Darling of thy lost Mother: and as thou hopest to meet us both in Heaven, swear never to marry till thou hast settled her. I swore; and when I would have added more, he only answered with a Smile, and seemed to die o'erjoyed.  
Blessed man! how unsuccessful was thy Care!  
And 'twas to perjure me thou mad'st me swear.  
We Interest and Honour urge in vain,  
Where Lust and Passion absolute do reign. Exeunt.   

SCENE 2. A Chamber in the Inn.  Elvira, Clara, in men's Apparel: Elvira like a Knight of Malta. Elu. 
ARe we alone, Clara? each step I take I feel a Dagger at my heart. Wretched Woman, how am I fallen! Oh the blessed time, when innocently we spent our days in pitying the rest of our frail Sex! Am● I not a Monster branded for my Infamy? Slave that I was to perjured false Vitelli!  Clar. 
For Heaven's sake, Madam, don't weary me with Complaints. I swear the long-eared Devil I rid has laid me up this month. I fancied myself flying, when I whipped and spurr'd. They may laugh at Scholars, Tailors and Seamen; but if a Chambermaid in Breeches don't ride with the wor●● of 'em, I'll sell my Maidenhead for four Grapes, and they are cheap in this Country.  Elv. 
Thou art still all Mirth: but sooner shall the Sun rest, than I live and not seek the false Vitelli. Base, cruel man, to leave his poor Elvira so! Oh! I could curse him, would my Heart give leave; but that belies my Tongue.  Clar. 
Well, Madam, you know Clara is no Flincher; but I'd sooner undertake to know a Bee amongst a Swarm, then find out a Man in this Crowd whose Name you're as uncertain of, as you are certain of his Dishonesty. This Will-of-the-wisp of Love wants Wit as well as Eyes. Aside.  Elu. 
I've often heard him say, (and sure all he said could not be false,) that his Attendance upon the Council of State would be necessary towards the recovery of an Inheritance; so that I conclude him here: and were he amongst millions, I have too much reason not to know him.  Clar. 
The truth is, you have been pretty intimately acquainted. Aside. Not to fright you, Madam, but prepare you for the worst; (though the truth is, we Women seldom fail at a pinch) what if your Brother should come to the Celebration of the Royal Marriage, and find us here? how would you avoid a certain Ruin?  Elu. 
It will be impossible for him to make me more wretched. But 'midst this Concourse, thus disguised, it will not be easy for to meet, much less to know us. Let what will come, I am too miserable to fear a Danger, and only wander to find variety of Torments.  Clar. 
Nay, good Madam, no more Whining. 'Slid, did I knight you for this? or will a few drivelling Tears find your Lover, and escape your Brother's Fury? Think how ill Sniveling becomes a pair of Breeches. Could I ever mistrust that You, that had the courage to leave your House and Country to turn Knight-Errant, nay more, plainly tell your Brother by your Letter, you had yielded up your Fort to a strange Cavalier, should come to talk of Danger and Wretched; things fit for Boys thoughts and womens' fears, not for Knights of Malta?  Elu. 
Thy Innocence maintains thy Mirth: but what can wronged Elvira do, weighed down by a vast load of Shame, that sinks my very Soul?  Clar. 
There's your little impertinent Nicety, to call that Shame, Women spend their lives to purchase. Why, there's not one in hundreds that you meet, that seem devout and melancholic, but are contriving to throw away that Toy you wot of: and 'tis the first Lesson their Mothers teach them, to lose it handsomely.  Elu. 
But that I know this designed to divert my Cares, thou wert past hope of Pardon.  Clar. 
Heaven knows how dear I pay for all this Mirth. Aside. Pardon, Madam, (Sir, I should have said) I expect none, whilst I am in the right.  
'Faith, methinks this Cross becomes you. Was't gained by some strange Achievement against the Musselmen? or is it for fear the Women should run mad of such Sweetness, that you put this Cross over your Plague-door? Truth is, there may be danger of Swelling for those come near it.  Elu. 
I shall lose all Patience, and wish you miserable as myself, if you persist in this Idleness.  Clar. 
That's pleasants you'd persuade me you're Woman toothsome, Sir, 'tis not that Cross shall bear you harmless. I know a Vow may be broke to save a Maid's longing. Oh my heart! whither do I ramble? Aside.  Elu. 
All thy Counterfeit cannot raise me to a Smile. Alast it is already broke. But that fond Fool dares trust a man, though heightened with such Vows as would make the most perjured tremble, is deservedly lost. Credulous, rash, doting, sottish Woman! didst thou not know him Man? how couldst thou think him then to be believed?  Clar. 
Base that he was, to affront a person of your Honour, one that wears a Sword, and knows what's what. Did he refuse me, to meet me in the said Field provided at all points, I'd post him Coward, and hire Slaves to kick him.  Elu. 
Ah Clara! hadst thou but seen his pale and ghastly Looks, but heard his Sighs and Vows. Then would he kneel, and weep, and press my Hand; then rise, and swear again with such dreadful Imprecations, nothing that was Woman could resist. I'm sure I did not; false to myself and too-too-loving Brother. Would I had ne'er been Woman: nor would I yet be Man, for I should be still far worse, and still more false. Yet would I were any thing but what I am.  Clar. 
I'm like to have a blessed time on't; and all this for the loss of a Maidenhead. 'Faith it scares me so, if there be ever a Receipt in Spain to keep one, 't shall be the first thing I'll purchase: but I'm afraid 'tis very dear, and hard to come by.  Enter Dormilon. 
Oh here's my Landlord: never man came in better time.  Dor. 
You re welcome, Gentlemen; I hope your Lodgings please you.  Elu. 
Very well, Landlord, we are quickly pleased, so they be private. But I fear you'll be crowded against this great Solemnity.  Dor. 
Nothing can disturb you, the House is large, and this the most retir'd part.  Elu. 
What other Strangers have you?  Dor. 
Yet only one Gentleman and yourselves.  Elu. 
Do you know from whence he came?  Dor. 
No, I assure you.  Clar. 
Prithee, Landlord, see our Dinner be made ready, and our Wine good and well cooled: as hot as the weather is, I must have one Health to the Royal Pair.  Enter Boy. Boy. 
Sir, a Gentleman just now alighted calls for you.  Dor. 
I'm coming. Your Dinner shall be ready with all expedition.  Exeunt Dormilon and Boy. Elu. 
In the mean time we'll take a turn in the Yard, and see this New-comer.  Clar. 
I'm glad you have so much Woman in your Passion, as to be able to dissemble before Strangers.  
Come, Sir, be brisk and gay, strut like a young Knight new dubbed. So, that becomes you, and is tempting.  
Though the Men false and cruel you may find,  
You yet may conquer all the Womankind. Exeunt.   

SCENE 3. The Inn-Yard.  Vitelli, Dormilon. Dor. 
WIll you please to see your Chamber?  Vit. 
Not yet; I'll stay here a while for my Servants that are coming.  Dor. 
Are they much behind?  Vit. 
I guess, not; for coming early this morning from jyescas, my man left my Portmanteau behind him, and brought in stead of it a Stranger's that supped with me. But before we had got a league from thence, we found the Error, and I sent them both back to change it. I hope they may speed, for the Gentleman was not stirring when we set out.  Dor. 
Is he coming this way, Sir?  Vit. 
No, he came from hence.  
[Within Tonto.] Hostler, take in our Mules, and get 'em some fresh Straw.  Dor. 
'Tis like these are those you expect.  Enter Tonto and Crispin with a Portmanteau. Crisp. 
Never tell me, he must ride upon some Devil bridled and saddled.  Ton. 
Would he would take him into his possession then; he has brought us into a fine condition.  Crisp. 
‛ St, there's my Master. Well, Tonto, that hanging Look of thine always foretold ill.  Vit. 
Have you brought back the right?  Ton. 
No, Sir, one much lighter in its stead.  Vit. 
Curse on you both, Slaves! I am utterly ruined, without hopes lost Why did you not pursue him? Dogs!  Crisp. 
Whither, Sir?  Vit. 
To Valentia, Rascals.  Ton. 
Why, Sir, he was no more going to Valentia then you back to the Indies; but, as a Shepherd told us, took the upper way hither. Some Robber, Sir, on a Jennet got by the Wind: had he strid any thing else, we must have reached the Town before him.  Vit. 
Careless Slaves! your Lives shall be some little Recompense.  Enter Elvira, Clara. Elu. 
Hold, Sir, this were a Punishment too great, and most unworthy of your Sword.  Crisp. 
'Twas not our fault: your coming out so early occasioned the Mistake.  Vit. 
Dog! but mutter towards an Excuse, and I'll silence thee for ever.  Elu. 
Pray, Sir, give me leave to advise: 'tis not your Passion will recover what is lost; rather think which way you may retrieve it.  Dor. 
If he be once housed in Town, 'twill be as difficult to find him, as an Honest woman in an Embassadour's Liberties. Your only way will be, to send to watch his coming: 'tis likely he's yet upon the Road.  Vit. 
Thanks, Gentlemen— Tonto and you go several ways; and if you hope for Pardon, bring some tidings of him.  Crisp. 
Here, Landlord, take care of this. Exeunt Ton. Crisp.  Dor. 
Your Loss must certainly be great, that makes you thus concerned.  Vit. 
There was in it to the value of twelve thousand Ducats in Gold and Jewels.  Clar. 
A Loss sufficient to undo a Banquer.  Dor. 
This is a course Welcome to Madrid.  Elu. 
We cannot blame your Passion, caused by such a Misfortune.  Vit. 
The Wealth is much below my care, could I but recover some Papers, which I would redeem with twice the sum.  Elu. 
They needs must be of great import, to merit such a Ransom, and of too near concern to admit a Stranger's inquiry.  Vit. 
No, Sir, that Cross you wear declares your obligation of succouring the Distressed: and if you will so much relieve my Sorrow, as to hear my Story, I would beg your Company in my Chamber.  Elu. 
I willingly shall wait you, Sir, and beg you will not scruple to admit my Friend.  Vit. 
No, Sir; two such counsellors may in some measure ease my Grief, and prove necessary to one so much a Stranger in this Court and Kingdom.— Landlord, show a Room.  Enter Boy. Boy. 
[To Dor.] Don Luis desires to speak with you.  Dor. 
Take this, and show the best Chamber. Gives him the Portmanteau. I'll wait you immediately, Gentlemen.  Exeunt all but Dormilon. To him enter Don Luis. Luis. 
How fares my honest Friend Senior Dormilon?  Dor. 
Ever ready to serve the noble Don Luis.  Luis. 
Have you any news yet of my Nephew Peralta?  Dor. 
None, Sir: for though I cannot pretend to know him by his Face; I should soon guests him by his Discourse, were he amongst my Strangers.  Luis. 
He has orders to trust himself to your care. I myself should scarce be able to challenge him by his Looks, it being thirteen years since he left Madrid for Flanders.  Dor. 
His killing the Ensign was unlucky; especially in this nick of time, whilst it deprives him of so fair an Estate as his Brother has left him.  Luis. 
I'll venture mine to procure his Pardon, and make a Composition with the Widow; which I do not much doubt of, if he escapes those that watch his coming into the Town.  Dor. 
Her knowing of his coming is strange.  Luis. 
'Tis certain, and that she has so far prevailed with the Corregidor, that he has commanded all his Alguazils to apprehend him, if possible, at his arrival. Which is the reason I wrote him word to Valentia, where he has lain concealed, to come to your House first; mine being continually beset ever since he left Flanders.  Dor. 
As soon as he comes, you shall have notice; and here he shall be safe as in S. Isidor's Church.  Luis. 
Signior, I thank you. I am now going to meet the Widow at the Palace about the Reconcilement, judging much easier to buy her off before he is in Custody.  Dor. 
Fortune attend you, Sir. Money is a prevailing Advocate.  Luis. 
When that once fails, we must submit to Fate.   

SCENE 4. Vitelly's Chamber.  Vitelli, Elvira, Clara; Boy with the Portmanteau. Vit. 
BOy, leave us. Exit Boy.  
Sir, I am descended of the ancient Family of the Vitelli from whence I took my name. My Father, of no mean Fortune, has long since contracted a strict Friendship with one Don Gomez Aranda; and here in Madrid lived with greatest expressions of mutual Love. At last forced to part, Don Gomez set up his Residence in this Court; and my Father past the Seas to Mexico, where he has ever since been: and I in that great City of the New World first saw Light.  Elu. 
Was you never, Sir, in Spain till now?  Vit. 
Never: And the Occasion of my coming is to consummate a Match (formerly agreed on by our Fathers, that this way they might seal and propagate their Friendship) between the only Daughter of Don Gomez and myself. The Painter makes me believe her fair and charming, and I arrived with all the Expectation of a longing Bridegroom; but after a long Voyage find myself wrecked on Shore.  Elu. 
Your Loss can be no hindrance to this Affair.  Vit. 
Yes, much; my Letters are all gone I brought her Father from my own; and I have no reason he should believe me on my bare Word, without farther Evidence to confirm him.  Clar. 
Does he expect you, Sir?  Vit. 
That he hath done these six months.  Elu. 
He cannot doubt the truth of your Relation; or at least will so long suspend, till you can send to Cadiz, where I suppose you landed, and give him farther Testimony of being what you say you are.  Vit. 
Your Counsel cannot be disputed; I'll immediately go seek him out.  Clar. 
I should think it well advised to open this Portmanteau; 'tis possible it may discover who has put the Change upon you.  Vit. 
If any thing can be thought true a Villain says, he's called Vitelli. 'Twas our being of the same Name that began this unfortunate Acquaintance. But this I hope will evidence the contrary. 'Twould add to my Affliction, to have a Rascal justly claim the Name of my Family.  Elu. 
Would to Heaven I'd been a Stranger to that fatal Name, that like a Plague infects the air 'tis mentioned in.  Vitelli breaks open the Portmanteau, and Clara helping him empty it, among other things finds some Letters, and Elvira ' s Picture. Clar. 
Heavens! what's here? a Broker's Shop?  Vit. 
There can be nothing worth the search amongst such Rags.  Clar. 
See, Sir, here are Papers, and a Lady's Picture.  Vit. 
A Moor to my Goddess; throw the Trifle by.  While he looks on the Papers, Clara knows the Picture to be her Lady's, and shows it her. Clar. 
Do you know this, Madam?  Elu. 
Oh my Heart! the very same I gave the false Vitelli.  Clar. 
Never whine, but remember you are a Woman, and to dissemble, or all is ruined. We must be nigh a Discovery. Aside from Vitelli.  Elu. 
The Trial is too great.  Vit. 
You seem concerned; does that Picture cause it?  Clar. 
I was saying, Sir, there is something in this Look that seems strangely unfortunate.  Elu. 
And I, that the Eyes had such a yielding Easiness, as might be betrayed by false Vows: and that here me thought the Painter had expressed such a languishing Cast as spoke the height of Love.  Vit. 
'Faith, Sir, I am not curious; but may pronounce the Lady miserable enough has fallen into the hands of this Ruiner of my Fortunes.  Elu. 
Did the Beauty you adore much exceed this?  Vit. 
As this an Indian; her very Figure was enough to make all men love, and its Loss to make all men die.  Elu. 
This is not so despicable a Face, that a Lover ought to be ashamed of Constancy. Sure I am, as bad a one has oft been sighed for.  Vit. 
By some fond Fools that never knew a Beauty; but this is all Cloud to my Brightness.  Clar. 
This will come to a Quarrel if not prevented. The disparaging a Woman's Beauty turns the tamest of the Sex to a Scold.  Aside. 
Pray, Sir, what Papers are those? this seems much from your Design.  Vit. 
True, but entered on the discourse of one I love, I lose myself and Business. They are Letters. This to the most excellent Duke of Ossuna; this to the Regent of the Council of Arragon; this to the Marquis of Velada.  Clar. 
By these he should be a man of Fortune and Repute, and not a Robber.  Elu. 
The best way is to open one, 'tis probable you will find his Name and Quality.  Vitelli reads. To the Marquis of Velada. 
My Lord,  
The Bearer of this is Don Manuel Peralta, Captain-Lieutenant of my Regiment, who for killing an Ensign on the Guard (though highly provoked) is compelled to leave this Place, to prevent the governor's Severity; and flies to your Lordship's Protection, by whose favour I doubt not he will obtain a Pardon, which I earnestly desire; as that of your Lordship for this Trouble given you by,  
My Lord, Your Lordship's most humble Servant and Kinsman, the Earl of Pontilliana.  Elu. 
This has made all plain: the only means is, to have present recourse to the Marquis, declare your Loss, and beg his Assistance in the Recovery.  Clar. 
'Twould require Haste, lest he prevent you with some new Cheat.  Vit. 
I fly, and something like Hope gives me a good Omen.  Elu. 
We shall wait your Return with impatience.  
Sure I am, my Happiness depends upon your Success. Exit Vitelli.  Clar. 
What do you think of Vitelli now, Madam? Peralta I should say. You see he steals other things besides Maidenheads.  Elu. 
But nothing of such Value, or so much past recovery.  Clar. 
'Faith, Madam, were that all, ' twer● nothing. For my part, I think the Principal well sunk, so one can secure the Use: troth is, to lose that too, is something no Woman can well bear.  Elu. 
Nothing but thy known Fidelity could secure thee from my Anger.  Clar. 
What? I warrant you'd be grave, and thinking again; Oh the fine Gentleman upon his Jennet! how gracefully he bowed! the tempting Serenades, passionate Letters, Compliments beyond resistance; and when possessed, all over Pleasure! and than he kissed, and vowed, and left me full of Hopes, that equalled all but present Joys.  Elu. 
But disappointed, makes all Plagues and Death a Blessing. And 'tis from these Thoughts the wretched Elvira falls to be a Lump of black Despair.  Clar. 
By my faith, this is pleasant: neither well full nor fasting. All the way we came; Oh Clara, were it possible, nay did I but think it so, e'er to see him, thou shouldst find me cheerful as in my Innocence: Now 'tis more than probable we shall see him; The Trial is too great, and I'm a Lump of black Despair. Believe me, Madam, 'tis unnatural for a Woman to fear in extremity.  
Though Men with Counsel and with grave Debate,  
May better War, and judge Intrigues of State;  
In Exigences We the Rule have got.  
No Woman e'er could want Excuse or Plot. Exeunt.   
The End of the First ACT.   


ACT II. SCENE 1. The Inn-Yard.  Fabio solus with a Portmanteau. Fab. 
THis Master of mine is as unaccountable as a breaking Merchant. To steal from Valentia through ways scarce known to a Foot-pad; alight at the Town's end just a noon, when the Heat makes the Streets emptiest, to avoid being snapped by the Officers; and yet at the sight of the first Veil, forget all Dangers, and think himself as secure as a Confessor in a Church.  Enter Elvira, Clara. Clar. 
Now I am confirmed 'tis he. For Heaven's sake, Madam, to your Chamber; 'tis downright Madness to make a double Venture.  Exit Elvira. Fab. 
Certainly when the Devil would show his Masterpiece, he puts on a Petticoat; and when he is not at leisure, a Woman may save him the labour, and supply his place. [Sees Clara.] Here's a fit Vermin to be trapped, a smug Youth, that the Trail of a Wench may lead as far as a Fox a pack of Hounds.  Clara sings. 
[To her.] 'Tis a merry world with you, Signior.  Clar. 
Troth, Sir, he that can be sad with good clothes on his back, Money in his purse, and his Mistress Smiles, may he be condemned to the Galleys till he laugh.  Fab. 
To curse him home, may he meet with such a Master as I have; and if he never laugh till he give him cause, I'm sure he must die a Slave.  Clar. 
Is yours such a Turk?  Fab. 
Oh! the Great Turk, Sir; and has by much a larger Seraglio: for all the use he makes of the whole World is to keep his Wenches on't.  Clar. 
Pray how do you call your Hercules?  Fab. 
Since you will have it so, Hercules Vitelli.  Clar. 
With what confidence the Rogue lies! Aside.  
By his Name he should be of a great Family.  Fab. 
I am not Herald enough to know the greatness of his Ancestors, but to my knowledge his Issue is large; about as numerous as the Jews, and o' my conscience as much dispersed.  Clar. 
I have an Acquaintance here, a Knight of Malta, that would make a rare Companion for him.  Fab. 
A Knight of Malta? if he loves his Life, let him avoid him, for he has vowed Destruction to all Pretenders to Chastity. You'll scarce believe it, but the sight of a Nun through a Grate, though he thinks her chaste upon force, puts him into an Agony.  Clar. 
You are much deceived, Sir, a Knight's Vow is but what forbids the chaste use of Marriage, and leaves him at liberty to all the world besides.  Fab. 
Nay, if he has a new way of interpreting his Oath, it may be they may fadge.  Clar. 
Methinks—  Fab. 
No more, I beseech you, Sir, I expect him each minute; and if I have not provided a Room before his coming, shall pay for this Prating.  Clar. 
I lodge in this House, and when you are at leisure shall be glad of more of your company.  Fab. 
Adieu, Senior.  Clar. 
Poor Elvira, a Town-bull would have proved as constant a Lover. Aside.  Exit Clara. Fabio knocks, enter Boy. Fab. 
A Chamber, Boy.  Boy. 
Will you please to walk this way? I'll carry your Portmanteau, Sir.  Fab. 
No, Sirrah, I had a wise Father, that taught me to trust myself: by the Weight there may be the Indies in't.   

SCENE 2. The High Street.  Peralta, Violante, Flora veiled. Per. 
I Do confess, Madam, I have been Cock of the brisk Fools, that set up for Wits with railing against Love. But I now recant; and my Pain has been so exquisite, since I had the honour to see you, that it may equal years of Sighs and Verses.  Viol. 
I should not sooner know a practised Beggar by his Cant, than I do you for a formal repeating Wooer; one that takes notes from Plays, practices with his Glass, and concludes the next Woman he meets will be fond of studied Nonsense.  Per. 
'Tis barbarous to murder him with Wit, who has already yielded to your Beauty; the Power of which you know too great to suffer a Dissembler.  Viol. 
Sure you think me Daughter to the Knight of the Sun; or my Beauty could never warm through this Cloud.  Per. 
It does not extinguish the Fire, Madam, to hide the Flame that kindled it, that still burns and consumes.  Viol. 
That's in the road again: could we but persuade you Gallants to forswear Fire, Sun, Flame and Fate, you would court with as much Silence as the Turk's Attendants wait.  Per. 
You shall bind me to any thing, so you will reward my Diligence, and understand by Signs.—  He courts her with affected Gestures and Signs. 
Let these then speak for me.—  Viol. 
A pretty Puppet-show, which when I am best at leisure, it may be I may throw away some few Rials to see again. Now I'm in haste. Violante runs out.  Peralta holds Flora. Per. 
Nay, ' saith, though your light Frigat hath gained the Port, I'll make bold to seize the Tender, till I know of what Country you are.  Flo. 
You'll find a smart Resistance. She struggles again.  Per. 
Now you're mine; but some kind Answers to half a dozen Questions frees you. [Struggles still.] Come, 'tis but what thourt bound to by thy Place.— Your Mistress' Name, and where she lives: Quickly, quickly; thou'lt be turned away for letting her lose a Gallant.  Flo. 
Sure you think yourself in the Suburbs, or Ambassadors Liberties, to take this freedom. I'd have you to know my Place is what's honest and honourable.  Per. 
And shall be so still for me, dear little Fury! But canst thou do any thing more honourable then to promote an honest Love? Is it not pity a Gentleman should be ruined for want of two Words? a Charity your Sex is seldom sparing in.  Flo. 
I so perfectly hate you, I would lose that pleasure of Talking, did I not know, (if you are truly in Love, which Heaven grant!) what I have to say will rid the world of you. Learn and despair then. This Lady is just now to be married. Who she is, you shall ne'er be told, that you may die for an unknown Mistress, and make the better subject for a Ballad.  Per. 
Truth is, this Anger does become thee; but for variety, and to show the rest of your good Qualities, put on a relenting Look, and discover.— Thou art out of thy Calling to pretend to Secrecy.— By this thou shalt be kind.— [Gives her gold.] Though you design to make me Miserable, I know you will not make me a Forsworn wretch.  Flo. 
You show so noble a Constancy, that if I were to die, I can't forbear now. Oh, my Lady were a happy woman, could she hope for such a Lover. I vow, Sir, I did but try you; and I'll assure you, in my eye you are the properest, most accomplished Gentleman.  Per. 
Now thou flatterest; I can ne'er reward such Kindness— Prithee on.  Flo. 
In short, Sir, for I shall be missed,  
Her Name is Donna Violante, sole Daughter to Don Gomez Aranda, who lives in this House. What will make your Pretences fruitless is, her Quality, and that she is already contracted to a Gentleman she never saw, and whom she every moment expects from India.  Per. 
'Tis ill, but not desperate, if you promise your Assistance.  Flo. 
As far as I can serve you without endangering her Honour, and my own Honesty, which I'll assure you, Sir, I stand upon, you have made me yours. Exit Flora.  Per. 
This is one of the true Breed: some few that prove otherwise are of another Species. You may as well call a Wolf a Lamb, as her Woman that waits, and can keep a Secret, or resist a Bribe.— Well, the Devil does owe me a Spite, and has taken an opportunity of paying it. Certain it is, this Woman must be had; but how, I fear's a Question will ne'er be answered. Exit.   

SCENE 3. Peralta's Chamber in the Inn.  Fabio solus. Fab. 
I Have a true Mule's life, Burden and Provender. He was certainly bewitched that first debased himself to Serve: but the downright Devil was in him that chose a Wencher for his Master. The wandering jew is a stayed Housekeeper to him: 'tis odds but the next Petticoat he meets carries him for Turky ● and there he may take a fresh one for the Indies. I have often wondered at two things; one, what this Master of mine is made of: to my knowledge he has given away and lost more Hearts than our Kings have sent to people the New World; and yet o' my conscience he has such a stock left, that were they well marshaled, they might fight the French King this next Campaign. Tother is, what could possess me to be Shadow to this termagant Turk, whose only Religion is to conquer Women. Why should not Don Fabio sound as well as Don Peralta? I'm sure Historians impose upon us, or else the Family of the Fabii have been famous. And shall be again, good Don Fabio.— Don Fabio. I have the advantage in the sound of my Roman Forefathers. Beso ' osté las manos.— muy criado de sum merced. Excellent! now will I walk in as much state as a Grandeé, and with the Wisdom of a Privy-councellour: and when Affairs of State prove too heavy for me, my Boy and Musician shall divert me with a Song. But in the mean time, till my Retinue is settled, I will vouchsafe to be Boy and Musician to myself.  

SINGS.  
Hang slavish Fear:  
The names of Man and Master is a Chea●●  
'Tis Doglike to be rated here and there.  
I will resolve, and shall be Great.   

I set myself at Liberty:  
W''re all by nature Free.  
'Tis only Law that makes us Slaves;  
Law first obeyed by Fools, and made by Knaves.   

He that will be a Don,  
Follow me, he is one.  
He that will not his Freedom restore,  
Was got by a Jew, and nursed by a Moor.   
Humh! what a nick of time does this Master of mine choose! Now do I see the Don running from before my Name, and leave poor Fabio to shift for himself; and feel all my Privy-councellourship trill down to my very Heels. But Fate still takes pleasure to baffle vast Designs. 
Thus when the Wheel of Fortune turns,  
Oh Spain, thy great Escurial burns.   Enter Peralta. Per. 
What Company's in the House?  Fab. 
None of note that I hear of, but a Knight of Malta.  Per. 
Where's my Landlord, Senior Dormilon?  Fab. 
Abroad, otherwise I had acquainted him with your being here.  Per. 
'Tis lucky that you missed him, for I must yet be concealed; therefore on your life dissemble my true Name.  Fab. 
So, the Devil and my Master have been juggling on some new Design. Aside.  Per. 
The great Hazard that I run is, lest my Portmanteau should betray me. Where is that was left in its stead? That may discover who made the Exchange, and contribute to its recovery.  Fab. 
Here, Sir, may the Worth answer its Weight, and I can't be less than Don for the lucky Mistake. Fabio opens the Portmanteau.  Per. 
Open and search it. What's there?  Fab. 
Why, Gold and Jewels, Sir, without count. The Gentleman has paid dear for an old Suit and derned Linen, and some few Bills that should have been discharged. Here are Letters too—  Per. 
How's this? To Don Gomez de Aranda? the Father of my adored Violante; and this no doubt the Indian they expect.  Fab. 
A Lady's Picture, Sir.  Per. 
The same: By Heaven her Picture too! Ha! Why am not I then the true Vitelli? for that's the Name. I well remember began our Acquaintance; and that he told me the hopes of a fair Wife brought him to Spain. He that loves can't want Impudence, and these Evidences must stand the nicest Search. 'Tis resolved.— Put all up again, and make it fast.  Fab. 
I think you resolve well● this Country's hot● and Company troublesome. Besides, you're used to Flanders. The Mules shall be ready, Sir; Gold's no Burden.  Per. 
What's that you mutter, Rascal?  Fab. 
A Journey, Sir, would be necessary, and healthfully this Crowd may breed the Plague. To be plain, let me beg of you to fly with this Treasure. In a short time you may purchase your Pardon in spite of this dissembling Widow, and never trouble your Friends to petition for't; and in the mean while, by the strength of this live as Great as the Governor.  Per. 
No, Villain, I have Business of greater consequence in hand; and when that's done, will return it to the Owner. Mean-spirited Rascal, to guests I would enrich myself by such base means!  Fab. 
Will you but wink till I run, Sir? I have ventured Hanging in your Service ere this for six Olivers a day, with the Appurtenances of Poor-Jack and Biscuit.  Per. 
No more, Slave; make it up, I say.  Fab. 
And the Picture too?—  Per. 
That I shall have occasion for.  Fab. 
Here's one Doubloon, Sir, I am strangely smitten with. May not I have that for Contemplation?  Per. 
Not a Rial, Dog; take it up and follow me. And know from this time forward I am Vitelli, lately arrived from Mexico, and that you are now come with me from Cadiz. And upon these hints improve thy faculty of Lying. Exit.  Fab. 
Yes, I am an Indian, and am forced to value Gold at as little rate as those Fools. A pox of Honour and Honesty, 'tis as impertinent to a man and troublesome as a Maidenhead at fifteen, and as necessary to be parted with at the first good occasion. Exit with the portmanteau.   

SCENE 4. A Parlour in Gomez house.  Violante, Flora. Flo. 
HOw could I do less, when I had taken the retaining Fee? Besides, Madam, he spoke with such a prevailing Earnestness, that I, that never had an aversion to a proper Gentleman, could not help it.  Viol. 
A proper Gentleman! one of the forward pretending Fops, that have half a dozen fine things to say, and when they are done, prove as dull as an outworn Poet.  Flo. 
This Railing with us Women is as certain a sign of Love, as Huffing with the Men, of Cowardice.— But it shall go hard or I'll find it. [Aside.]— In earnest, Madam, the Gallant dresses well. Did you mind his Freedom and courtly Mean?  Viol. 
Dresses well? so does a Tailour's Prentice: and what you call Freedom is only Impudence picked up by keeping Ill company; such sort of Wit as a man of sense takes more care to avoid, than such Triflers do to con it.  Flo. 
This confirms me.—  Aside. 
You'll allow his Person manly and agreeable?  Viol. 
I confess I have seen some few in a Crowd less desirable: but put him altogether, he's one of the last men I should choose.  Flo. 
You may be persuaded to see him again for all this Aversion.  Viol. 
Yes, if you can assure me I may do him a Mischief by it.— I wish I had never seen him— Aside.  Flo. 
Since you are so nice, I hope your Mexican will prove one made of Wax, without a Fault or Blemish.  Viol. 
You're always disturbing me with things I hate. I tell you, I will have nothing to do with Mankind either of the Old or New world. But of all things never name this Stranger more.  Flo. 
I hope I may rally a little on him, for that I designed at first, only I feared it might offend you. I'll try you this way.— Aside.  
By my troth, Madam, I wished you with me, for certainly never any thing was so worth laughing at. Besides what he said to you, he has not Language enough to ask what's a clock, or commend a Suit of Linen. 'Tis as raw a Fool as ever came out of a Nursery.  Viol. 
Thou art always in extremes; I could not perceive so much Simpleness: I should have guessed he had been a little at least conversant with the World.  Flo. 
Right.— No, believe me, Madam, he sneaked like a Boy before a Mother-in-law; and I am apt to think we are the first Women he ever adventured to speak to, and he threw me this Purse merely for fear I should have jeered him. I was about teaching him to hold up his Head, and make a Leg● but the● he ran for't.  Viol. 
This is impossible; all he said to me was consistent and courtly, his Address gentile, and Shape becoming. But you are still finding fault with what you have not wit to understand.  Flo. 
Am I so, Madam? and I am now your Aversion, for abusing this Stranger. Could you in agile your Cunning laid so deep, that one of your own Sex could not see through it? All the harm I wish is your Indian may prove half so taking. But I have done, and here comes one will plague you enough on that Subject. Exit Flora.  Enter old Gomez. Gom. 
I warrant you Girls have been talking of a Husband, and I can't blame you. I made my Wife confess she thought of nothing else.— That Look won't do, Vil.— I know it longs, and so forth. Come, come, your Mother tells me you're a Woman, and so forth.— That's enough, Vil,—  Viol. 
We had Discourse that was much more serious, Sir.  Gom. 
Nay, by my troth, Vil. thou art fit to be married now thou canst dissemble so well.— But dost thou know, Girl, he's coming?— hah— does it not move, affect, and so forth?— A word to the wise, Vil.—  Viol. 
Sir, I know nothing but my Duty.  Gom. 
That's right, take the India's then. Oh, if he be like his Father— Vil.— I'll say no more. But for a sparkling Eye and Wit, we were the same, and carried it; knew all the Poets and Players, and writ Prologues; nay, I had once the credit to be named for a Lampoon. Time is, time was, Vil.  
Here 'tis, Vil.— [Shows a Letter.] Each minute I expect him, and shall take it ill not to see a young Vitelli in a twelvemonth.  Viol. 
I hope, Sir, it will be no breach of Duty to ask some time to consider.  Gom. 
Consider?— why, thy Mother and I were smitten, bargained, and so forth, before you could pluck up a Veil.  Viol. 
I must not be accounted disobedient; but yet—  Gom. 
Nay, that Toy of Modesty becomes thee, etc. but I'm your Father, Vil. and though merry, know what's what, Vil.— I give you leave to make up your mouth, etc.— But when he comes, expect a Courtesy, and, I thank you, Sir.  One knocks. Enter Flora. Flo. 
What a cursed thing is this not to have my Q— Aside. Sir, here's a Gentleman would speak with you.  Gom. 
Has he no name, and so forth?  Flo. 
I never saw him, Sir.  Gom. 
Retire, Daughter.— If it be the man you wot of, go in and twitter, you shall be called.  Flo. 
Whatever this Stranger means, I wish he had all my Bribe to be fairly rid of him. Exeunt Viol. Flo.  Enter Peralta, Fabio with the Portmanteau. Fab. 
Your right leg foremost, Sir.  Per. 
Sir, when I tell you I am Don Pedro Vitelli, and come from India, I hope I may beg a Welcome; this I know, my Father gave me some assurance of it.  Gom. 
Don Pedro Vitelli must challenge Welcome as long as I am Don Gomez, etc. And how does the good Gonzalo, my old Friend, your Father? Thou mak'st me weep for joy. Just such was he, when we began our first Acquaintance.— I should have known thee in the Street, thou art so like, the very shape and face, etc.  Per. 
I was always thought like him, Sir.  Fab. 
Yes, as a Bear's an Elephant. The Old man's as fond of the Cheat as my Master of the Wench. Aside.  Per. 
This Letter I was commanded to deliver from my Father, with Thanks for the great Honour you designed his Son.  Gom. 
Honest man!— Yes, yes, this is the old Hand and Style to a very tittle. He reads.  
You are doubly welcome—. Let me embrace you: my Joys are so complete, I scarcely can contain myself. Embraces him.  Fab. 
Not so hard; he's weak in the back since the last Cure.  Gom. 
He tells me he had once thought to come with these Galleons; but then I had been too happy.  Per. 
Yes, Sir, he did, but some unexpected Business has deferred his purpose till their next return. In the mean time, Sir, he has sent me as a Pledge and Token of his ancient Friendship.  Gom. 
And trust me, a welcome one. Nay, my Daughter shall tell you so too— Flora.— By Saint Isidor I was so overjoyed to see you, I had forgot to give her notice of your Arrival.  Enter Flora. 
Tell Vil. the happy Minute's coming, bid her put on her best Looks, and so forth.  Per. 
Sir, I beg you would let this be disposed of in your Closet, about twelve thousand Ducats in Gold and Jewels, what I could bring conveniently from Cadiz; the rest will be sent.  Gom. 
I'll be your faithful Steward. Flora, show the way where it may be laid, and hasten your Mistress.  Flo. 
[To Fabio.] Come, Sir, if you dare follow.  Fab. 
I never refused a Challenge from a Woman.  Exeunt Servants. Gom. 
Fie, fie, this Girl makes me out of patience.—  Enter Violante. 
Oh here she comes.— Come hither, Vil. this is he; Look and like, Vil. 'tis thy Father's Choice, and a wise one, though I say it.— I know you young people have some fine things to say to one another, etc. therefore I'll leave you, and talk a while with your Man about the Affairs of the New World and the like. Fabio returns.  Per. 
He will be able to say something, though you can expect no perfect account from one of his Breeding:— at leisure I shall satisfy you, Sir. Gomez and Fabio at a distance.  
Now, Madam, I hope you will allow me more Freedom than when you cruelly shunned my Addresses; and one that leaves the world he was born in, merely to serve you, may justly expect some kind of Welcome.  Viol. 
This Encounter is more strange than the former: and I can scarce imagine, the man that took so long a Journey for a particular Mistress, would make so zealous a Court to the first he meets. The Lady in the Veil has the promise of that Heart to my knowledge.  Per. 
And to mine too, Madam, or else this deceives me— Shows the Picture. Could you imagine one that had spent a year in Contemplation should not know you at the first glance?  Viol. 
And yet you bribed my Maid to learn my Name.  Per. 
True, only to take an opportunity of giving something to one I knew I must be beholden to.  Viol. 
Your Trial of me was not too kind, Sir.  Per. 
I confess, Madam, there's something extravagant in what's past: but I hope Curiosity and your Goodness will excuse it— Nor was it fit I owned myself, till I could produce such Letters and Treasure as might secure me from being thought an Impostor for the future.—  Fab. 
Yes, Sir, my old Master studies night and day: he is just now writing a Book, and intends to dedicate it to you.  Gom. 
Then he has outstripped me; I could never arrive farther than a Madrigal, etc.— And how is Mexico to Madrid?  Fab. 
Catch me at Descriptions, and I'll hang for't. Aside.  
What's more wonderful than any thing in the Old or New World, he is a great Poet, and yet vastly rich.  Gom. 
What kind of Court does the Viceroy keep? is the Palace magnificent?  Fab. 
'Faith, Sir, I think I may venture to tell you, 'tis whispered my old Master knows no end of his Wealth.  Gom. 
Are the Streets large and fair? what garb do the Indians keep? etc.  Fab. 
My young Master, Sir, may be worth— let me see— a million of Ducats; and when his Father dies—  Gom. 
This Fellow's mind is all on Money: a shallow Rascal.— But these Answers are to my purpose: for if he be Rich, etc. let the Woman run the rest of the Hazard, and the New World be as 'twill.  Aside. Fab. 
I am sure I have kept to windward of the Law, let my Master look to the upshot.  Gom. 
This I like, this looks as Man and Wife; and may ye be as happy, etc. as Gonzalo and I can wish you. To Peralta.  Per. 
Sir, there can be nothing less than Happiness accompany the possessor of so much Goodness. And if she think me worthy of her, I must go into a Third World, to learn something new to wish to make me more blessed.  Gom. 
See you there, Vil. that's a Flight: many one of them, and such like, have I had in my Youth. Old Gonzalo still!— Well, Son, your Father and I were Wags, etc. in our young days.  Per. 
Each thing you say reminds me so much of him, that were not I thus doubly blessed, I should think of Mexico.  Gom. 
Well, Vil. for a Man and Wealth thou art fitted; and she that looks for more must die, etc. This World I'm sure affords nothing— Come, Son, we'll go in, you're weary, and I long to discourse you: for this Man of yours is none of the great Intelligencers. Exeunt.  Fabio, Flora, stay. Fab. 
'Tis ten to one but we shall play the old Romantic trick, and while the Knight and Lady are at work, the Squire and Damsel imitate.  Flo. 
I shall like you well enough, if you have another Romantic trick too, of drowning or hanging yourself, if you see me displeased. For the truth is, you have a Face I would fain be rid of. Exit.  Fab. 
Not so willingly as I would free myself of this House.— What a-Devil can come of a thing built upon a Quicksand? This they may call Love and Adventures: but he that can foresee a good End of them need never despair at the Gallows. But so it is— 
When for a Wench our Voyage is designed,  
We boldly sail against both Tide and Wind. Exit.    
The End of the Second ACT.   


ACT III.  SCENE continues. Peralta, Fabio in disorder. Fab. 
ON my life, Sir, 'tis he; the very Vitelli whose Portmanteau we have— I see him with Don Gomez.  Per. 
Cursed Fortune! in the very minute? two Hours had possessed me of her.  Fab. 
What do you think of a fair and honourable Retreat?— This is the way out.—  Per. 
Dog! I'll think of nothing but Victory; and will be, and am Vitelli, Son to Gonzalo. Think me any thing else, and I ll cut thy throat.  Fab. 
You may be what you please: but I hope you'll allow me still to be Fabio, and to think myself in great Danger. I know it nothing concerns you.  Per. 
Coward! no Flinching; but follow my Example, and lie like thyself, we will still carry it. In the mean while let's retire, and contrive to meet the worst.  Fab. 
There needs no great Contrivance, it will meet us.— For my part, I'll lurk hereabouts for Intelligence. Exeunt.  Enter Gomez, Vitelli. Gom. 
But, prithee Friend, have I so silly a Face, and so forth, that you could pick no body else out so fit to put a Cheat on? Good faith you're deceived in old Gomez, he understands Trap, etc.  Vit. 
I cannot yet understand why you mistrust me; I'm sure I expected such another Welcome from one I looked upon as Father.  Gom. 
I'll say that for thee, thou'rt a pleasant Fellow, and hast as lucky a Countenance to conceal a Cheat as one would wish to purchase. But this is a little too gross— and how came we to be so nigh of kin?  Ver. 
The Respect I bear you keeps me from taking any thing ill; nor can you by the worst of words force me into a Passion with the Father of Violante, whom Gonzalo made me believe I should at my arrival from the Indies call Life.  Gom. 
And so you shall, if you can lay any just Claim. But you ●ay with the same Confidence pretend to the Kingdom of Spain, etc. and with much the same Success, believe me— Violante?— ha, ha, ha.—  Vit. 
That you are Don Gomez you yourself assure me, nor am I less Don Vitelli. That Violante is your Daughter you own, and Gonzalo your Friend, for whose Son you have designed her. Why then does all I say seem Riddle? Is it the custom of Spain to mock those they style Friends? if so, the Indians are much less barbarous.  Gom. 
The Devil take me, and so forth, if this Fellow have not a pretty wheadling confident way with him. I'll confound him a little.—  Aside. 
Well, Sir, since you will be Vitelli, I know you have often heard your Father speak of me, and how we spent our time when young.  Vit. 
No day, Sir, but your Friendship is his subject; and this he bids me imitate. Tells how you vied in Arms and Arts; often wishes (though blessed with Wealth) he had never left Spain, but still enjoyed your Company.  Gom. 
Very fine.— I'm much beholden to him, etc. Did he never enter into particulars of our Affairs?  Vit. 
Yes, I've heard him say, when Fellow-students, you had one Purse; that the same Books, the same Company pleased you: and that your Fancies kept so even pace, that you often joined upon the same Subject without the difference of the Style perceived.  Gom. 
I wish this Fellow's Shoes were off, that I might see whether he has cloven Feet or no. How could he possibly know this else? Of what Age, what Stature and Complexion is he?  Vit. 
In all agreeable to you, and what he says so like your way of Speech, that sure I must call you Father. One think remarkable and private too is a Star on his right Side, by a Wound received in a Duel wherein he was your Second: and you, Sir, as he told me, was then run through the Thigh, being on the same day you should have married.  Gom. 
This Truth startles me. Aside.  
Do you know to whom?  Vit. 
Yes, Sir, Donna Beatriz Cruz●d●, whom you first saw at Saint Isidor's Church, and that a month after your Marriage was consummate.  Gom. 
'Tis a clear case, I am not Gomez, nor this my House, nor he within Vitelli; no, no, all's a downright Mistake.— Friend, dost thou know whether there be two Gonzalo's, and two Vitellies, that love and know by Sympathy? or art not thou something of a Spirit, and so forth? ha?  Vit. 
The Gentleman's distracted. Aside:  
Sir, this I know, that I am the man I pretend to be, and grieve to find you thus.  Gom. 
Where you pick up these Truths, is beyond my power to guess but. I can demonstrate you false and counterfeit. For if true, where the Jewels, and so forth, you wrote you would bring with you? show my Daughter's Picture I sent, your Father's Letters, and all that.  Vit. 
That's my Misfortune; this very morning I was robbed of all: but if you will have patience to wait—  Gom. 
This I knew would tickle you. Let old Gomez alone to find out a Cheat, and so forth. Stole from you? yes by the right Owner, who brought them to me.  Vit. 
To convince you, I know to a Rial what's in the Portmanteau, each particular Jewel and Paper.  Gom. 
This is some Confidence of another World, and almost distracts me.— Within, call Don Vitelli.  Vit. 
Use not my Name to such a Villain; for so I dare pronounce and justify him.  Enter Peralta, Fabio. Fab. 
Ne'er fear, I have overheard all, and can help you in a stress.— To Peralta entering.  
Don Fernando, Sir. Aloud.  Per. 
This is argument of great Kindness, to make such haste from Cadiz to be at the Wedding of your Friend. Welcome, dear Fernando; for so I dare bid you to the House of him has given me leave to call him Father.  Gom. 
New Riddles still!  Vit. 
Steeled Impudence!— how canst thou with confidence pronounce so damned a Forgery?  Fab. 
We got well hither with our Treasure, to which I believe your good Wishes contributed.  Vit. 
Slave, the Place secures thee.—  Gom. 
You're acquainted then, and so forth.—  Per. 
The only Friend I had in Mexico; we were Neighbours, Schoolfellows, and in the same Ship arrived at Spain: nor can any one give you a more perfect account of my Father or his Affairs; for I know nothing I have concealed from him.  Gom. 
He has hardly used you like a Friend, without Cheat, Villain, etc. are signs of Love amongst you.— Nay, with Confidence he endeavoured to face me out he was the true Vitelli.  Vit. 
And with the same honest Assurance stand here to make it good.  Per. 
This is like thee, always driving on some piece of Extravagance.— But trust me, Fernando, this is so unseasonable, as to break our Friendship, if persisted in.  Vit. 
I scorn thee, am, and always was a Stranger to thy Friendship; and here pronounce thee Cheat, Thief, Murderer. Beware, Old man, you warm a Snake will leave a fatal Sting.  Per. 
Could I believe you were in earnest, I should be angry, Sir; but for this once forgive.  Vit. 
I demand nothing but Justice, and by Heaven will have it.  Gom. 
What can he design by all this?  Fab. 
Why, Sir, you have had experience enough to know the World's wicked, and Love powerful.  Gom. 
Yes it is, always was, and always will be, etc.  Fab. 
I have had long a Jealousy that he was not right. For when my Master produced his Jewels, and showed his Treasure, he would so eye and sigh; and at the Picture cast such wanton amorous Glances, that I fear that's the true ground of his haste from Cadiz, thinking to prevent us. Then I minded he catched at each Story that might seem very particular; as one my Master was the other day telling of a Duel, and a Wound you received in the Thigh. Nay, he was so inquisitive, that he would count the Money and Jewels.  Gom. 
I have no Doubt left; there 'tis I warrant. This Devil of Love invents more Tricks than a jew ready to starve.  Fab. 
Then, Sir, he has a plaguy wheadling Tongue, and such a set Look, that he was made to deceive.  Gom. 
So he has, and by my troth had deceived me, if he had come first. But bless my Stars, etc. that shall suddenly be prevented.  Per. 
If nothing will do, from henceforth you are my Enemy, and as such I shall next meet you.  Vit. 
Dare but quit this House, and no other Sanctuary shall protect thee.  Gom. 
Desperate Villain, be gone, etc. or else an Alguazil shall provide you a Lodging.  Vit. 
Was ever Age thus blinded? Stay but my returns from Cadiz before you conclude.  Gom. 
No, this very night shall consummate the Match with the Noble Vitelli.  Vit. 
No, Don Gomez, you throw her away upon a base Deluder; who is indeed a Soldier of Flanders, fled hither to gain a Pardon for Murder.  Gom. 
This sounds like Forgery. You have no choice, but quit the House, or to Prison.  Per. 
See how wild his Story is, and how quick Passion makes his Invention. Be gone, or this shall force it.  Vit. 
I'll go, because my being confined will render me absolutely uncapable of Remedy.— But I shall expect you have so much Honour left as to meet me in the Prado.  Per. 
I will, and with my Sword chastise this Insolence. An hour hence let it be.  Vit. 
Agreed. But I shall scarce fight such a Rogue, till I have secured my Mistress. Exit.  Gom. 
Well, Son, this Adventure is so extraordinary, that were your Father and I as when time was, the Players should not have wanted a Comedy, nor an Audience, etc. though I say it.— What, melancholic?—  Per. 
You must give me leave to reflect a little on the Loss of one I thought my Friend, nay doted on, and would have yielded all things up to satisfy his very Curiosity, but Violante.—  Gom. 
Come, an ●ll thing's better lost then found: the World grows worse and worse, etc.  
You have reason to be satisfied, you have so timely found his Falsehood.  Fab. 
Let me beg you would urge that; for no man loves with such Truth, nor no man grieves with such Sincerity.  Gom. 
For shame, Son, I shall think you repent your Voyage. Let's in, and my Daughter will make amends with true Affection.  Per. 
The name of such a Remedy makes me forget my Disease; and she is now my only Friend, as well as Mistress.  Exeunt. Manet Fabio. Fab. 
Bating some odd hundreds, and so forth.  Enter Flora going over as in haste. 
[To her.] You can never be in such haste as to refuse the proffers of a sincere Lover.  Flo. 
The very name of Love from one I hate adds wings to me.  She strives to go. Fab. 
Not so fierce, good Damsel; though I have no Portmanteau of Jewels, I have some Treasure about me I brought from the Indies, you'll like much better.  Flo. 
I warrant some petty Shells and Baubles, things I scorn as much as I do you. My Mistress were miserably provided, were the Master and Valet alike.  Fab. 
Come, mine Sentences are not for people of our quality. To have and to holds the word; and the licking of the Posset-bason when they have done will save charges, and yet look Princely.  Flo. 
No, Valet, next to you I hate nothing more than what has been palled.  Fab. 
Except a Petticoat, and that of sixteen removes; yet must be thought to look new, like the Chambermaid after being paumed by the whole Family.  Flo. 
Still fresher than a Suit that after three generations in the Indies must be new turned for the Wedding.  Fab. 
Come, 'faith never deny't, if thou hast pawned thy Utensils for Lees of wine and Chip, or art contracted for Gizzards, and the fifth quarter of a Hen called the Guts, I desist: otherwise, which is the top of your Hopes, I offer you Flesh unblown, Fabio the sound and trusty.  Flo. 
To convince you of my Aversion, I had rather live a wrinkled Maid of sixty, and then be burnt for a Witch, then have any thing to do with thee.  Fab. 
This looks so like the Courtship of our Form, that it is no less than an evident token of Love— which thus I seal.—  Offers to kiss her. Flo. 
And thus I deliver.—  Gives him a box on the ear, and runs out.  

SCENE 2. The Inn.  Elvira, Clara, Vitelli. Elu. to Clara. 
I Am now resolved; therefore without disputing about what I commanded you.— Exit Clara.  Vit. 
I have told you all in short; and he that is more miserable must meet something yet unknown. To be outfaced, rejected for a Villain, tied up by Nicety and Respect from Revenge, without a prospect of retrieving my Right, is what the most patient must want temper to bear.  Elu. 
Wherein I can serve you, you may with assurance command, and I am apt at present not to think myself altogether incapable.  Vit. 
I dare promise myself any thing from so noble a Succour.— Bless me therefore with something like Hope.  Elu. 
The means how, I beg you will not inquire into; but I have some reason to be confident of a Design will defer the Marriage till you can hear from Cadiz: whither I advise you would immediately send post.  Vit. 
This would secure my Happiness, and a little time gained certainly discover the Cheat.  Elu. 
To prevent all Danger, if he comes out according to appointment to fight you, prepare Alguazils to seize him for the Robbery. It cannot be dishonourable thus to treat so base a man, and vindicate yourself. Before he can procure his Liberty, your Post will be returned, and all be cleared. This requires dispatch, therefore haste; within half an hour I'll meet you.  Vit. 
I have just reason to suspect him too false to keep his word; my greatest confidence is your Conduct. Exit.  Elu. 
What this will come to, is as impossible to guests, as that it could ever come to this. But I'll in, and hasten Clara.— 
Once on the Ground, I can no lower fall:  
And venture nothing, though I venture all. Exit.    

SCENE 3. The High Street.  Carlos, Antonio. Car. 
SInce you have reason to despair of finding one in a Crowd, whose person you have no knowledge of, make this Tumult a Diversion; at least defer these melancholic Thoughts. Thou art now something more extravagant than Love could make thee. Nay, would I curse a man, I'd wish him as nice a sense of Honour as Antonio.  Ant. 
I know myself to blame: but all I see of this great Preparation has so much unaccountable, taudry Gallantry in it, is so far from what I think, that to me Sickness would prove greater Pleasure then that the rest of men seem fond of. Carlos, I am not what I was; all my Ambition, Dotage of youth and Beauty, make but one entire thought of Hatred and Revenge: and could I satisfy this Passion, I should die with more delight than assured Martyrs suffer.  Car. 
In earnest, Antonio—  Enter Clara half veiled, in womens' clothes, who seeing them pulls it over her Face. Ant. 
Ha! that Face I have seen.—  Cla. 
Now cannot I move a step; my masculine Spirit with my Habit leaves me. I have nothing but my Woman's Cunning to trust to.  Aside. Ant. 
'Tis she, Carlos; the very Clara, Pimp and Confident to Elvira.— Bawd!— Antonio goes to Clara.  Clar. 
You cannot think yourself in Spain, or that you talk to one of Quality, to treat me thus. Nor could any thing but your Mistake of the person persuade me to forgive this Insolence.  Ant. 
Impudent Strumpet! would I had ne'er had cause to know thee. Unveil, or I'll tear it and thee to pieces.  Clar. 
Stranger, you'll repent this horrid Rudeness. Know, people of my Rank cannot want Revengers of their Honour.  Car. 
What do you mean, Antonio? 'tis dangerous to force a Veil in Court: you may mistake.  Ant. 
I tell thee she's my Sister's foul Associate, and Seller of her Honour.— Discover, or by my Father's soul—  Antonio lays hold of his Dagger. Clar. 
Hold, Sir; 'tis I.—  Ant. 
Base Devil! thou shouldst not live, were it not to tell me where Elvira is.  Car. 
Be moderate, Antonio, your Threats will fright her from the Truth.  Clar. 
That, Sir, Heaven be my witness, I am as ignorant of as those that ne'er saw light.  Ant. 
Confess, or each minute shall invent new Punishment to rack it from thee. Thus with little Tortures I'll begin— and let out some of thy loose Blood.  Car. 
This is a Transport unworthy of thee.  Ant. 
Should I trust a Rock I have already split on? Confess, or by—  Clar. 
Be not so cruel, and I'll tell you all.  Car. 
Give her time to think, Antonio; this Encounter may prove most lucky.  Clar. 
But this time, dear Invention! and let me die a Fool.—  Aside. Ant. 
About it then, and I will be patient.  Clar. 
That fatal night we left your House, I waited on her to the Convent of Molbietro, where your Aunt is Abbess; who entertained her with no small Grief, when informed of the Accident that drove her to that Sanctuary; whence she dispatched me to this place in search of her false Vitelli.  Ant. 
Of Hell, than which this Lie is falser.  Car. 
To me this Story seems probable.  Clar. 
So Heaven and you afford me Mercy as 'tis true.  Ant. 
When came you hither?  Clar. 
Not three hours since I alighted in this Inn, where I found—  Ant. 
Whom?  Clar. 
Vitelli.  Ant. 
Vitelli here? Oh let me fly to my Revenge! On, good Clara. I can almost forgive thee.  Clar. 
As I came out, he left his Chamber in search of a Servant he is sending out of Town, and cannot be far off.  Ant. 
If this prove true—  Clar. 
Why should you suspect me false, when 'tis my Lady's intorest you should find him? But to leave no Scruple, I'll conduct you to his Chamber, and produce unquestionable Testimonies. This you must remember, it is no longer Vitelli you pursue.  Ant. 
More tricks yet? who then?  Clar. 
What I shall discover will convince you. 'Tis Peralta, a Captain fled from Flanders for a Murder, and took Valentia in his way. All this I learned from Papers of his left in his Chamber, which I thought I was bound to search, when I knew they belonged to him; that I might give a good account to her that sent me.  Car. 
This news is beyond our expectation or hope.  Ant. 
'Tis what I'll improve to his certain Ruin.  Car. 
First by fair means (which you have often promised me, if he was a Gentleman) you must retrieve her Credit, by offering him to marry her. They whisper.  Clar. 
Indian, you must pardon me, since to secure my Mistress, her Lover and myself, I expose you to the first shock of Antonio's Rage: and good faith, Charity begins at home.  Ant. 
Come along, and direct us to this Chamber of Discovery.  Clar. 
This way, Sir.— Can I but get clear of you, and give my Lady timely notice,— discover what you can.  Aside. Car. 
I must preserve Peralta, if possible, for the fair Elvira's Safety: 
For that depends on his, and if He dies,  
She too must fall nice Honour's Sacrifice. Exeunt.    
The End of the Third ACT.   


ACT IV. SCENE 1. The Inn-Yard.  Vitelli, Crispin booted. Crisp. 
THe Horses are ready, Sir.  Vit. 
Take this then, [Gives him a Letter,] and show your Kindness to your Master by your quick Return.— One thing more.  While Vitelli whispers to Crispin, Enter Antonio, Carlos, Clara. Exit Crispin● Ant. 
This looks like truth.  Clar. 
For more certainty see where he stands. Points to Vitelli.  Ant. 
Is that my Enemy?  Clar. 
That's Vitelli, or Peralta, which you please, or both.— I hope this Shift may free me, and I'll still about the dispatch of my Message. Aside.  Antonio goes to Vitelli. Ant. 
Your Name's Peralta, Sir?  Vit. 
I neither own the Name nor Temper of that cursed Villain. What I really am I dare speak, which is, Don Vitelli.  Ant. 
Thou'rt a Villain under both Names, and as such I'll use you.  Vit. 
I can scarce think myself born of a Spaniard, to meet such Rudeness as my nature perfectly abhors.  Ant. 
Damn your Sentences— and know your Forgeries and you are discovered.  Vit. 
To none that dare name my Actions so, and know me.  Ant. 
Yes, Villain, Elvira's Wrongs and mine shall proclaim them And if thou hast so much Valour to defend thyself against the Brother, as Cunning to betray a wretched Woman, draw, and know 'tis Antonio heightened with a just Revenge that bids thee.  Vit. 
This world is all Madness and Mistake.— Could I but think you were not deceived in the Person, and had not too good reason to know the true Peralta deserves all this, I should not thus tamely dispute the Wrong.  Ant. 
What, Coward too? and think to conquer me as my lost Sister by Words?— Draw, or by Heaven I'll do the act of Justice, and rid the world of a perjured Slave.—  Vit. 
Provoked thus, I must be more, or much less than Man to suffer. They draw.  Carlos with his Sword interposes to part them. Clar. 
What will this come to?— Those Officers at the gate shall determine the Quarrel. Clara runs out.  Ant. 
Friendship's a Name, Carlos, when it stands in competition with Honour and Revenge.— What, must Antonio live and see (good Heavens!) the Ravisher of his Sister safe?— By all—  Car. 
What I urge is your Promise, and her Honour. And if he will make up this Breach by Marriage, you create a new Enemy to refuse so just Terms.  Vit. 
Little Hecks! do you think with a seeming Quarrel to force me to the keeping of a Whore, and take off your stale Goods? No, show yourselves for Cheats, and both assault me; whilst the innocent Vitelli dares thus undauntedly oppose you.  Enter Clara with Officers. She points to Vitelli. Clar. 
That's he,— seize him. And at your own peril be his escape.— I have too much kindness for Vitelli, to let him perish for Peralta: a little Confinement will break no squares. The Officers seize Vitelli.  1. Offic. 
Seized by us the Devil can't escape.  Vit. 
More Complices? Thiefs! Murderers! lose me, or—  2. Offic. 
No, Sir, Murderer falls upon your own head, and 'tis the Ensign's blood you shed in Flanders that calls for Vengeance.  Ant. 
Let him at liberty, and I'll revenge it bravely, and save the dull Ceremonies of Law.  1. Offic. 
You owe us Thanks that you are not confined; this Quarrel deserves it.  2. Offic. 
If you consult your own Safeties, away.  Car. 
Come, Antonio, you must know the Town too well, not to understand a Retreat necessary in this case. Antonio, Carlos retire.  Vit. 
What can you mean, Gentlemen? I ne'er saw Flanders nor Spain till this last Flota from the Indies●  1. Offic. 
This won't do, Sir, we are told of Writings in your Chamber will convince you, whither we intent to carry you, and thence to Prison.  Vit. 
Cursed Peralta! now thou hast secured thy Designs. Gentlemen, I hope I may beg leave to speak with a Knight of Malta in the house before my Confinement.  1. Offic. 
No, Sir, we must and will prevent a Rescue: only take your Papers with us, and then secure you.  Dormilon enters. Dor. 
What means this Disturbance in my House?  2. Offic. 
Only the Seizure of one Peralta for a Murder.  Dor. 
Peralta? this will be sad news to Don Luis.— Aside. I'll be his Bail.  1. Offic. 
The Crime admits of none; along, Sir.  Exeunt Officers with Vitelli. Dor. 
The Widow has been too cunning for us; and that Don Luis must speedily understand. Exit.   

SCENE 2. Long Street.  Antonio, Carlos. Ant. 
CLara escaped, and Peralta secured from my Sword? something must and shall be done. Nor is it fit the Law punish a single Murder, whilst mine and my Sister's Honours remain unrevenged. I'll arm him myself, and in his own Chamber fairly kill him.  Car. 
Yes, and suffer in his stead, while milder means may dompass your Designs. And if Antonio dare trust me—  Ant. 
Trust thee, Carlos? yes, with Life, with Honour, All, I freely do. I find I am not fit to guide myself. Henceforth thy settled Judgement gives me Laws; but still remember my Sister's Wrongs, and where Peralta is.— Oh that Name!  Car. 
Pray, no more, your hasty Rage has already proved Clara's loss, whose recovery will be necessary to our Affairs. She cannot yet be far; therefore let us round this Street: half an hour hence I'll visit the Prisoner, and doubt not to get more by Fair words and Promises, than your Sword could extort.  Ant. 
Should he accept your Offer, the cause of his Imprisonment brings his certain Ruin with my Infamy.  Clar. 
There's no danger on that side: a sum of Money prevents the Prosecution, and gains his Liberty. For 'tis as great a Miracle for a Rich man to be hanged, as a Poor man to scape. Exeunt.   

SCENE 3. Chamber in the Inn.  Elvira in womens' clothes, Clara very rich. Elu. 
I Am much too miserable ere to hope to make thee amends.  Clar. 
You make yourself so with fine Speeches. Let me learn you what Dangers Resolution and Cunning may avoid. Think now of nothing but a fit Story to wheadle old Gomez, who will instantly be here.  Elu. 
Had I but thy Courage, I could not faile but as I am, something thrills through my Blood, and makes me tremble. How can I think to impose upon him with a false Story, who so steadily repulsed Vitellies true one?  Clar. 
And so easily believed Peralta's, that was as false as yours. I tell you, Madam, he has a believing Countena●ce● and looks like one of our politic News-mongers, who are sure to entertain a Story for being strange, and of themselves find out Reasons to make it probable, then conclude it true.  Elu. 
How did he receive my Message?  Clar. 
Like a Gentleman; and when he read a Lady's Honour was concerned, told me, he would defer the greatest Business of his Life, which was the Marriage of his Daughter, till he had waited on you.  Elu. 
This was courtly.  Clar. 
There's no doubt of him; had I that Face and clothes, I'd undertake to cully half the Dons in Madrid with a Lie ten times more unlikely.— There 'tis: That Cast, and a little Assurance, is infallible.  Elu. 
This Mirth would conquer any body's Misery but mine.  Clar. 
One thing I foresee, that the Seizing of Vitelli must something alter your Design.— St. One knocks.  
This must be the Don. Clara goes to the door.  Enter Don Gomez. Gom. 
Is this your Lady?  Clar. 
Yes, Sir.— Don Gomez Madam.  Elu. 
Your Looks, and the Character the world gives you, speak you so much a Gentleman, that I shall need the less Excuse for this Rudeness.  Gom. 
Ha! what a Prize was this for one of twenty, and so forth?— Aside. Madam, the world at the worst must say, Don Gomez always loved his Friend, and took pleasure in serving Strangers. And he that deserves this Character must be proud of the Commands of so fair a Lady.— By my faith she is, she makes my old teeth chatter, and so forth.—  Aside. Elu. 
Sir, what I have to say is strange and startling, yet so fit for me to speak, and you to hear, that this Trouble is but necessary.  Gom. 
The very stile I love too— Pray, on, Madam.  Clar. 
The Old man listens as earnestly as a Bird in a Cage to a whistling Cobbler.  Elu. 
I can scarce believe one of your Experience and Wisdom would throw away an only Daughter, fair and virtuous, on a Perjured man.  Gom. 
Heaven forbid! I'd rather bury her in a Nunnery, and so forth: and let the Family of the Gomez's perish.  Elu. 
Yet such is the false Vitelli, whom you design your Son-in-law.  Gom. 
You startle me indeed; Vitelli my Son-in-law, false and perjured?  Elu. 
Yes, Sir, if breach of strictest Oaths and solemnst Contract deserve such terms. Too sure I found him so.  Gom. 
Then I am lost. Pray, good Madam, methinks I should, yet Heaven knows how unwillingly I believe you.  Elu. 
In short, for 'tis grievous to tell a Truth to the Disadvantage of one I can never hate; you see here the miserable Mariana, whom treacherous Tears, and such Oaths as the most jealous could not but trust, betrayed to Love. 'Tis too plain, all men must be false, when after such Vows Vitelli can prove so to me— wretched Woman!  Gom. 
Trust me, Madam, I can weep, and so forth, at your Misfortunes— But hope you mistake the Person that is their cause. For this Vitelli I have entertained, has not been long enough in Spain to make a Contract, scarce see a Lady.  Elu. 
No, Sir, 'twas Mexico first gave me life (nor can my Fortune or Relation shame Vitelli,) and there my Heart was stole with fair bewitching words, and such tempting shows of real Love as might dispel a settled Hatred.— Yet can you think it, Sir, this kind protesting man, this Vitelli could prove false? false, oh my Heart! to Mariana that so loved him?  Clar. 
Brave Woman, she almost makes me believe her.  Gom. 
You will not think it rude, if I take leave in a Business of such weight, to clear some Doubts. etc. before I give full credit.  Elv. 
So far from that, you will oblige me by your Questions, the nicest of which I know I can satisfy you greatest Curiosity in. For, alas! Sir, that and its Circumstances take up all my Care and Thoughts.  Gom. 
I ask then, did his Father know any thing of his Love? and by what means did you arrive?  Clar. 
No, that he still kept concealed, for Reasons I could never guest. Till finding myself forlorn and left, that very morning we had appointed for our Marriage, by diligent search I understood he was gone for Spain, to Marry your Daughter.— Armed then with Love, which emboldens the most fearful, disguised, I pursued him in another Ship, and a day after him landed at Cadiz; whence I am now come to beg Relief in such a Cause as must concern every man's Honour that pretends to be generous, much more Don Gomez, and the Father of Violante.  Gom. 
Base Vitelli, thou canst not be Son of good Gonzalo, nor e'er shalt call me Father.— What a Escape was here, and so forth!—  Aside. Elu. 
That he is the Vitelli that I challenge, this will witness; given with such moving Passion and such Charms as has ruined the poor Mariana. Shows Gomez Peralta's Picture.  Gom. 
This I know all true, and this the very same I once thought to call mine.— But if—  Elu. 
What I beg is, you would endeavour to restore an unkind Husband to the most unfortunate of Women. For, false as he is, I can forgive, whom I find I must ever love  Gom. 
If there be Laws, Justice, etc. in Madrid, I here engage to see you righted: nor is it more than the great Obligation this Discovery lays upon me may justly challenge.  Elu. 
I would, if possible, avoid Severity, for I must suffer when he is punished. Let him but he persuaded to come hither, and I have some hopes he will not refuse to own me.  Gom. 
That, Madam, shall speedily be done, and my Daughter brought to wait upon you to my house. For this public place is not fit for your Quality.  Elu. 
Heaven must reward such Goodness, Sir.  Exit Gomez. Clar. 
This is right, and the Old Trout rarely tickled. Nor was there any other means of getting Peralta from his house, before the designed Marriage was consummate— I'd give half my Maidenhead, to her how the Don will tease him, and so forth.  Elu. 
Something we still want to make our Plot successful, the Release of the true Vitelli from Prison; which must infallibly ruin Peralta's Pretences; and to give my Brother timely notice, that thus awed I may secure him.  Clar. 
I'll undertake both, and in my old Disguise to the Prison, where 'tis odds but we find some Expedient. As for your Brother, his Lodgings are so near, he may be soon sent for. But how convenient that will be, knowing his hot Temper, must be considered of.  Elu. 
This I resolve, I'll be Peralta's Wife,  
Or to my Brother's Rage expose his Life. Exeunt.   

SCENE 4. A Room in Gomez house.  Peralta, Fabio. Fab. 
NEver had Mischief such Success: for certain you were wrap● in your Mother's Smock, and that a fine one too. The Old man is so confirmed, he wreaths himself into the Toil, as if he resolved never to get out.  Per. 
What may come of it hereafter I can't guests, but I am sure to enjoy the Woman, and that will recompense twenty such Hazards. All that seems unlucky is Don Gomez hasty Business, which defers a while our Marriage. But I resolve not to stir to answer Vitelli, till Violante's mine past recovery: for though I have no aversion to Fighting, I love a fair Lady much better.  Fab. 
By my troth, the ugliest would carry my Affections from that; and certainly man was made to increase the world, not to destroy it. But under favour, Sir, I hope you won't be so unfashionable to duel for your own Wife.  Per. 
No, Sot, I duel to kill Vitelli, whose mouth once stopped, who lives in this world to contradict me? And within a year, which is the soonest I can be discovered, I question not but with a Trick I have so to please the Lady, that all will be reconciled.  Fab. 
This was a Master piece beyond my dull reach; and now I dare pronounce you happy, for 'tis a sweet one.  Per. 
'Twas pleasant to see, when the Old man would be offering at Questions, how the present of a Jewel diverted him; and the story of a large Stone (which for all I know may be an Indian Pebble,) that I told him was one of the famed Jewels of the great Montezuma, sealed up his inquisitive Humour, and delivered him mine.  Fab. 
Yes, Sir, I observed than he hugged, and called you dear Vitelli, Picture of Gonzalo, and only one he would call Son. I'll swear I have seen a whole Comedy his had less Sport in't.  Per. 
Is the Priest ready?  Fab. 
Yes, yes, and has nothing to do this half hour, but contrive a tolerable Leg not to be laughed at.  Per. 
It must do, without some Devil-Intelligencer owes me a spite: if so, this is his time to neck it.  Fab. 
Does the Devil has not Cunning enough, were you his Enemy, to prevent it. I went into the Kitchen, and the Cooks are as busy as a new Politician employed on guess: followed Flora up stairs, and found an experienced Matron making the Bed to the best advantage.  Enter Gomez, Violante. Per. 
Here comes my Father and my Life. Now I venture to call you so, since my Joys are certain.  Gom. 
Never in worse time. Know, Sir, he that is once perjured, and so forth, must be trusted by Fools, not old Gomez; mark that.  Fab. 
Here's a Shower in the midst of Sunshine. Aside.  Gom. 
Come, you study for some paltry Excuse● but be assured I have found you base and treacherous.  Fab. 
Would I had a Musket on my shoulders in Flanders.  Aside. Per. 
You'll give one so perfectly innocent leave to be amazed at so great a Turn.  Gom. 
Must Gomez be picked out of all men to be abused? or is this Maid an object fit for so base a Design? No, Sir, I shall provide you a Wife more suitable, and take care to secure you from the Danger you were running headlong into, and so forth.  Per. 
I can dread no Danger but your Displeasure, and the Loss of her I so entirelh love.  Gom. 
You give a great proof of it, whilst you thus contrive her Ruin.  Per. 
I have done nothing but what a violent Passion forced me to, nor is my Quality so mean.  Gom. 
I know your Quality, and so forth, and grieve a Gentleman so nobly born should with such Baseness shame his Family.  Fab. 
Heaven grant he don't shame that, and the Family of the Fabii at the Gallows.  Viol. 
I shall forgive the Injury, if you return that Passion you speak of, to her you have quitted to impose on me.— Assure yourself henceforth you are more than a Stranger to Violante.  Per. 
Elvira's Wrongs discovered too? cursed Portmanteau! this is past hopes. Aside.  Tom. 
Your Guilt may well silence you.  ●er. 
The unthought-of Charge well may, with the greatest wonder.  Gom. 
That will soon cease, when you shall see the fair and virtuous Mariana, whom you called Wife in Mexico; and has thence pursued you hither.  Per. 
'Sdeath, I had laid Snares for my own catching.  Aside. Fab. 
Bear up, Sir, the wind veers fair again: this must be a gross Mistake, and at worst give us leave to run for't.  Gom. 
The mention of her Name may well disorder you, and so forth. If it be Remorse for deserting her, it may make some small Amends. Poor Heart! she must forgive, though she has but little cause to love. And were she my Daughter, and so forth.—  Per. 
I can scarce think I want a Pardon, when I am a Stranger to my Crime. And all Womankind may as justly lay the same Claim as Mariana, whose very Name I ne'er was yet acquainted with.  Gom. 
That you are Vitelli, Son to Gonzalo, and so forth, I am fully satisfied, nor am I less, that she speaks truth, from whose own mouth I heard it.  Per. 
Is not her Discourse wild, and she justly to be suspected to be beside herself? Pray, Sir, consider how unlike this is the Son of that Gonzalo you call Friend.  Fab. 
I have waited on my Master ever since he could think towards Man; and let me beg your Pardon, Sir, have ticed him to Women, for fear he had no sense that way: but when he saw this Lady's Picture, he was convinced, for the very first week he would gaze and kiss; so that I left off Persuasions.— But ne'r as yet heard of any Mariana— or any other, was she ne'er so beauteous, in Mexico, that could divert his Thoughts.— This, Sir, I offer myself to swear.  Per. 
Though this Witness may be of proof, yet so much do I trust my Innocence, that all I beg is, you would let me see this Lady. If she can so much as name me with Assurance hers, which is the greatest Curse, here I relinquish all my Pretences to what I dote on.  Gom. 
This I like, though I have little reason to believe you willingly undertake. Come, Daughter, put on your Veil; we'll go to Dormilon's, the Inn you say you lighted at, and there expect you.— Yet his Treasure secures him from running. Aside.  Viol. 
I wait you Sir,— and thank my Fortune, this suspicion has lessened my growing Love. Aside.  Per. 
Adieu, dear mistress, till the next Meeting shall approve me constant. Exeunt Gomez, Violante.  
[To Fabio.] Where am I, Fabio? within these few minutes, I would have quitted my Pretences for the very hopes of Liberty.  Fab. 
By my troth, Sir, for once take a Fool's advice; and now you may have it, never pretend more. For though this is some forsaken Virgin follows the true Vitelli; yet true Stories laid together will grow too strong for Lies ne'er so well wrought.  Per. 
Thou art always Coward in the very nick of Victory. Is it not much easier to persuade him she is some common Jilt, hired by Vitelli to disappoint our Marriage, then to outface the true Vitelli?  Fab. 
All I say is, Sir, with your Assurance I should have made an excellent Servant. Now I know myself modest, and so not capable.—  
Well, 'tis hard when a Master takes one's calling from him, and incroaches on the very Secret of Lying that maintains him.  Aside. Per. 
He's doubly cursed is foundered near the Shore:  
Fortune the Rudder guide, I'll pull the Oar. Exeunt.   
The End of the Fourth ACT.   


ACT V. SCENE 1. A Prison.  Carlos, Vitelli. Car. 
BElieve me, Sir, so much a Friend to Honour and Justice, especially in a Lady's Quarrel, that nothing but Confinement could secure you from Revenge.  Vit. 
Believe me, Sir, to understand so much of Honour and Justice, that nothing but my Restraint should bear these Injuries: and be assured I am as far from knowing the Lady you speak of, as what you are; I will not say Trapans, for that may look like Railing and Cowardice thus disarmed.— But—  Car. 
'Tis a Phrase belongs so properly to none as such deny their Names. And were I Peralta, no Hazard should so unman me to disown it.  Vit. 
I have scarce Patience under such Sufferance to deny that once again.— Hell take the true Owner; and were I again amongst the barbarous Indians, I would spend my Life in railing at what you think Civil.  Car. 
All this and more might pass, did I not know it counterfeits and what I urge, to the Advantage of one of more Fortune than you can pretend to. You too well know Elvira.  Vit. 
Is a Strumpet to be imposed on Fools; nor am I so dull, that the fear of a false Imprisonment should marry me to a Whore.  Car. 
One more such word, and by Heaven the Laws of Honour cannot secure thee. Strumpet and Whore, to one I name otherwise, though so, were Death.  Vit. 
I as little fear your Threats, as understand your Niceties of Honour: but this I dare boldly urge, she that will court an Acquaintance can be little better.— But should I allow her Virtuous, what is she to me? or why must I needs be sixt upon by the Name of one I have such just cause to hate? Or why should you mistrust a Story that must seem probable at least to the most prejudiced?  Car. 
This seems an honest Confidence, and the Maid might be a Dissembler. Aside.  Vit. 
Once more I tell you I am Vitelli, a Stranger to Spain; that I was robbed by this Peralta, both of my Treasure and Mistress, and have nothing in exchange but those Papers and old clothes, on which you ground this Mistake. And were I at liberty, my Sword should make the Villain confess this Truth.  Car. 
These strong Denials make me begin to doubt; and should you prove what you say you are, I have reason to beg your Pardon, though my just Concern for the Lady and her Brother will very much excuse this Earnestness.  Enter Luis. Luis. 
Which is the Prisoner?  Vit. 
My being disarmed may soon resolve you.  Luis. 
This frees you. [Shows him a Pardon.] And now thou art so, I can joy to see thee●— Why so strange? must not the Pardon tell thee, 'tis thy Uncle that has obtained it? And though thou art a Stranger to his Face, yet methinks the Kindness should make thee conclude me Don Luis, whom you have so long conversed with by Letters.  Vit. 
Gentlemen, if you have designed to ruin me, do't some more manly way. 'Tis too cruel thus to prolong my Torment. Old Gentleman, your Age secures you from Abuse.  Luis. 
Ha! what's this? Ruin, Torment, Abuse? what can Peralta mean thus to return so great a kindness as his Liberty? especially to one he knows loves him, and on that account with greatest difficulty and charge has purchased it?  Vit. 
I know no Pardon I want, nor does that Dog that owns the name of Peralta deserve it.  Luis. 
Be not so severe against yourself: other Young men have been guilty of as great Faults; besides, you killed him fairly.  Vit. 
Leave, or I'll study some greater Curse than Madness ever could invent, and make it my only Prayer it may fall upon you.  Luis. 
You are much altered since you writ last from Valencia.— Pray, Sir, can you guests the cause of this Distraction? it makes me weep. To Carlos.  Car. 
Faith, Sir, I am much a Stranger; unless it be his fear of Revenge for the Wrongs he has done a Lady persuades him to conceal himself, I am wholly ignorant. I found him much in the same Humour, and began to give credit to him till your coming.  Luis. 
Dearest Peralta, be thyself; if my Life or Fortune, which is no small one, can serve you, thou art safe. By thy Father's Soul I beg, who left thee to my Care.  Car. 
This must be he.— Come, Sir, you know I proposed most honourable means of Reconcilement to Antonio; and if you marry Elvira, whose Beauty and Fortune are too considerable for the proudest to despise—  Vit. 
Hell take you both: or may you live to meet Miseries like mine● Do you not think Confinement plague enough, but must I be thus racked with Lies and Nonsense?  Luis. 
Oh, Sir! had you known him when young, for since I have not seen him, this would afflict you. To Carlos.  Clara comes in with man's cloaths; Vitelli seeing her speaks. Vit. 
Oh, I have still one Friend left: welcome, Sir, for ne'er was Wretch so timely succoured. 'Las, I have suffered past the Cruelty of Turks betwixt these two Tormentors.  Clar. 
That's Antonio's Companion, or I mistake; but this Disguise protects me.— I wish it were in my power to ease you, or in my Friend's, the Knight of Malta, at whose desire I now wait on you.  Vit. 
They swear me down that I'm Peralta. The man, you well know, deserves my utmost Hatred, and by Heaven shall feel it.— Tell me Stories of one Elvira I have wronged, of Murder I have committed: nay, the old Gentleman fawns and cries, and calls me dear Peralta, and offers me my Pardon and my Liberty merely to abuse me. Is not this Sufferance beyond Patience, when I know all false and counterfeit?  Clar. 
This is an Opportunity not to be lost.— Aside.  
Truth is, you act it bravely; but the Danger's past, and you may safely own yourself. Aloud.  
[To Vitelli apart.] Be Peralta, nothing else can gain your Liberty, and this to my knowledge secures your Mistress.  
Gentlemen, you may think what you have heard strange, but the necessity of his Affairs I dare assure you made it requisite.  Car. 
Prodigious! what may not a man do with this Impudence? But his Liberty will be good news for Antonio, whom he must prepare to answer.  Clar. 
Pray, Sir, let me undertake the Business, who throughly understand the Affair; and will engage, if you bring Antonio to Dormilon's, either fully to make up the Breach, or that Peralta with his Sword shall give him Satisfaction.  Car. 
That's all I wish; I'll immediately go find him.— We shall expect you, Sir.  Vit. 
Where?  Clar. 
At the Inn whither you are going.  Vit. 
I will not fail. [To Luis.] Whither if you please to accompany me, which I am apt to hope, since you have so much Goodness to forgive me, I will unfold my whole Story.  Luis. 
I can forgive him any thing I so truly love, and am confident some weighty Reasons urge you to this Denial of your Name.  Clar. 
That you'll be assured of when you know each Circumstance, but now 'twill be too tedious; besides, his Business yonder requires dispatch.  Luis. 
Along then, I have already discharged your Fees.  Vit. 
I wholly commit myself to your Management.  Clar. 
Which with this unexpected Success cannot possibly miscarry. Exeunt.   

SCENE 2. Elvira's Chamber in the Inn.  Gomez, Elvira, Violante, Flora. Gom. 
'TIs no more than what I promised, Madam, and was bound to perform.  Elu. 
This is too much Honour, Madam, and I am so perfectly a Stranger, that I must despair of a Requital.  Viol. 
Your Acquaintance would doubly recompense, could this be thought an Obligation.  Elvira and Violante talk, Elvira ' s back toward the door, where enters Peralta and Fabio. Gom. 
Come, Sir, now I hope you will prove yourself a Gentleman, honest, and so forth.  Per. 
I never was charged for otherwise by any one that understood me, and question not but to unravel this Mistake.  Gom. 
Here's your Vitelli, Madam, and I am thus far discharged of my Engagement. Elvira turns towards Peralta.  Per. 
Elvira? this is a Rock must split me.  Fab. 
'Tis not in the power of Impudence to save us. Aside.  Elu. 
Have I once more met thee, cruel, false man? it shall be hard to fly me. Elvira lays hold of Peralta.  Viol. 
How strangely fond she is!  Flo. 
It may be the Custom in Mexico.  Per. 
Madam, if my being like the man you are so well acquainted with disturbs you, I had best remove the Object; 'tis unseemly to use a Stranger thus.  Elu. 
No, Vitelli, for by that Name thou won'st me; thou too well know'st the wronged Elvira, and those many Oaths that sealed thy treacherous Love, e'er to disown me. Canst thou forget Valentia? those Tears that made me thine? Is this the Recompense of too great Tokens of the fondest Dotage? He flings from her.  Gom. 
What can all this mean?  Per. 
Heaven knows, I am perfectly ignorant, nor to this time e'er beheld her face. Had I, Sir, could you think me so cruel to despise such Beauty?  Elu. 
Canst thou forget, when languishing at my feet you lay, and dying vowed, thence ne'er to stir till I had granted your Request? won then, I easy Fool believed, and perished.  Gom. 
There must be truth in this, no Woman e'er could counterfeit to such height.  Per. 
Truth? all's an evident Cheat. You see she talks no more of Mexico and Mariana, but of Valentia and Elvira, names I'm a perfect Stranger to.  Gom. 
Lady, this sudden change of your Story is enough to give me ground of Suspicion, and so forth.  Flo. 
What can you believe, Madam?  Viol. 
Nothing, but I naturally pity the poor Woman.  Elu. 
Consider, Sir, I had no other means but this Pretence to get him from your House, and save your Daughter from Ruin. I freely confess I am not Mariana, nor a Mexican: nor is he Vitelli, or an Indian; but Peralta, a Captain of Flanders, who in his Journey hither stopped at Valentia, merely to destroy the wretched Elvira.  Gom. 
This is something of the Story the pretended Vitelli told, and so forth, is it not?  Per. 
Now you have hit it, the same; and she without question one of Fernando's Dependants, hired by this Counterfeit to defraud me of my Mistress. Does not this sound probable?  Gom. 
Most likely; nay, I knew I should smell it, were it to be found above ground. Let old Gomez alone for Discoveries, etc.  Per. 
I hope, Sir, no unlucky Accident can now disturb my Joys, but you will once more tell me I shall be blessed.  Gom. 
Yes, yes, we'll about it presently. Come, Vil. a little Opposition makes the Victory more welcome. It will be no Rudeness to leave you alone, Madam; I suppose you'll quickly find your Companion.  Per. 
No question, Sir, she has plenty.  Elvira. 
Base man! reflect upon my Honour too? Stay, Sir, for Heaven's sake stay. Here's one can witness all I say is truth, that has been the constant Messenger of our Loves. Speak, dear Fabio; thou wert once all Honesty: I'll treble all thy past Rewards.  Fab. 
You need not bribe me to speak Truth.  Gom. 
This is Trifling, and so forth; but let's hear him.  Fab. 
I know you expect nothing but Truth from me.  Per. 
Dog! will he betray me yet? Aside.  Elu. 
Nothing else, dear Fabio; this may at last be some Remedy.— Tedious Clara.—  Fab. 
Why then, Sir, upon the word of an Honest man, I never before so much as heard of Valentia or Elvira; and to my certain assurance, my Master knows nothing either of them or Flanders. This is what I can declare in short.  Elu. 
Slave! were I but a minute Man, thou shouldst not outlive this Lie.  Per. 
You find, Sir, how she studies Delays, though it be to create Witnesses against herself. The Rogue lies with more confidence than the boldest of others can speak truth.  Aside. Elu. 
Since I am thus basely used, tremble at Antonio's Rage, who shall bravely revenge my Wrongs, and teach you what it is to scorn a Woman's Love.  Per. 
This must be some Player that has been used to act a Passion, she does it with such Art.  Gom. 
By my troth, her way of Speech and Action pleases me much. And were not our Business earnest, and so forth, I would stay to hear her.  As they are going, she stops● Violante. Elu. 
As for you, Madam, whose Ruin I foresee equal with my own, let this seamark warn you, and learn of her that teaches by Experience, not to trust those Angel-like bewitching Lips which with such power move, they might entice a Nun professing at the Altar; yet are full as false and treacherous as you think me.  Viol. 
'Tis Custom rules me, and a Father's Will, not my own Choice. Were it in my power, he should be still yours, if he was ever so.  Elu. 
No, no, I know you must love, and fondly dote; I'm sure the wretched Elvira did. Alas! his Words are Charms, and each Action carries such Persuasive Eloquence, that were he not false—  Flo. 
Well, Madam, I am confident the Lady's wronged.  Viol. 
So far it works on me, as could I, to defer the Match a while,—  Elu. 
Blessed Tongue! but are you so much more than Woman, to withstand his well-weighed, insinuating Vows? cannot Protestations made by subtlest art and dying Postures move? for he used such to me, and such must conquer. But I am troublesome, and you will curse me for speaking ill of one I should still hate her that railed on.  Viol. 
So much your Passion moves me, that, propose a way, and, if possible, I will serve you.  Elu. 
'Tis Impudence to beg so great a Treasure. It may be he'll prove true to you, and 'twas Elvira only that was born to be thus miserable.  Enter to them Clara, Luis Vitelli. 
Elu. to Clara. Oh Clara, still more wretched! with a show Confidence he denies me, and obstinately says he is the Indian Vitelli. Is there the least show of Help? speak, dear, dearest Clara.  Clar. 
You make me mad to be thus passionate, when there is almost certainty of Relief.  
Per. to Gomez. You see how fond she is of Men, and how well they are acquainted.  While Gomez and Don Luis talk to one another's ● Elvira addressing herself to Vitelli speaks. Elu. 
Yes, Sir, you see here the unfortunate Elvira, who in the Disguise of a Knight of Malta followed yond false, barbarous man.—  Pointing to Peralta. 
My Misery makes me past all shame. Aside.  Vit. 
This doubles my Hatred.  Clar. 
No Whining, but have confidence of a Remedy. A little Patience and your Brother's coming must clear this Deceit. I'll go try to wheadle that Rascal Fabio.  Gom. 
None is more than myself a Servant to the good Don Luis Pacheco.  Luis. 
I must always be happy to see Don Gomez.  Per. 
That should be my Uncle by his Name; if he knows me, I'm compelled to yield. Aside.  
Clar. to Fabio. Is your Master, which you so commended, turned Indian since I last saw you?  Fab. 
Friend, I have some serious Affairs, which are not to be disturbed by impertinent Questions.  Clar. 
Good, grave Sir, give me leave.— There was a Rascal Fabio I have seen, that strangely resembled you, who pretended a smattering after a Damsel hight Clara; have you met with such a one in your Travels?  Fab. 
Pert Sir, I am at present melancholic, and will know no body.  Clar. 
Since you are so surly, it shall go hard but I bring you acquainted with the Gallows.  Gom. 
Your Nephew that— Pointing to Vitelli. my Son-in-Law here tells me is one Fernando, was bred up with him at Mexico. Was't not so?  Per. 
Right, Sir, and till this just Breach between us—  
Pox on't, I have spun my thread too fine. Aside.  Luis. 
Assure yourself, my Nephew is an absolute Stranger to the Indies. Till thirteen I bred him here in Madrid, and since he has spent his time in Flanders; where unfortunately killing an Ensign, he was forced to sue out his Pardon, and not an hour since was released.  Vit. 
Believe, Sir, though I was glad to accept my Liberty on any terms, I ne'er yet saw Flanders, nor was e'er in Spain till my landing at Cadiz. There stands your Nephew, if you think fit to own one so base; who is the Robber of my Treasure, the actual Ruiner of this Lady's Honour, and great Designer on her I have a just Pretence to, might my Story gain credit.  
Elu. to Luis, and pointing to Peralta. And if you call him Nephew, as certainly he is, you must own me for Niece, for ten thousand times he has called me Wife. Nor could his Ambition rise higher than my Fortune, which should have been entirely his, had he spoke truth.  Gom. 
Good faith, had not I a stayed Judgement, and so forth, this would half distract me.  Luis. 
'Tis all Riddle to me, but I guess at a way shall unfold it.  Enter Antonio, Carlos. Car. 
Remember your Promise, and keep your Temper: this I justly challenge from you, and expect.  Ant. 
I am nothing but what you will have me.  Elvira and Clara kneeling to Antonio. Elu. 
Thus low I do implore a Brother's Pardon, but my Fault has found already too severe Punishment.  Clar. 
I hope, Sir, you will forgive the exact Duty I owed a Mistress I so dearly loved.— 'Tis Clara begs it, Sir.  Ant. 
You have made me too much a Stranger to your Affairs to think me concerned. But the Love I always paid Elvira scarce deserved so great Neglect.  
To Carlos. I think I keep my word.  
To Vitelli. As to you, Sir, (for I hate long Stories,) either be honourable, and repair this Lady's Wrongs by Marriage, (I will not call her Sister,) or prepare to die; so base a Cause can hope no other Success.  Vit. 
Still the same Error? would you have me marry one I am a Stranger to, and as Woman never till this minute saw? But know, I am so far from thinking wrong, that this shall ne'er be drawn sooner than to serve her. Points to his Sword.  Ant. 
By Heaven, these petty Shifts—  Car. 
Antonio.— [To Vitelli,] That you are Peralta, you at our last Meeting owned; when this which now proves Clara engaged you should make a Reconcilement. What means then this new Pretence?  Vit. 
By that I purchased Liberty, and now persist in my first Truth.  Elu. 
Believe me, Sir, there stands the false cruel man, the treacherous Peralta. Points to Peralta.  Clar. 
That's the base Wretch, for so I dare call him; and with This will revenge my Lady's Wrongs.  Lays hold on her Sword. 
Per. to Gomez. You see, Sir, how they drive on their Conspiracy. A little more Impudence will persuade me out of my Name too.  Gom. 
So much they persuade me, that I'll ●●'n home.— Come, Vil. this Design's at an end, for I'll never marry thee at Uncertainties, and so forth.— Here's two Vitellies, two Peralta's, Fernando's, Elvira's, Mariana's, the Devil and all; and yet neither Vitelli, nor Peralta, etc.  Vit. 
This Delay is all I entreat to gain my Mistress, and a few days hence my Messenger's return from Cadiz will assure you I am Vitelli.  Ant. 
I'll kill them both, and that makes sure of my Enemy.—  Luis. 
Then I'll try my last means; and 'tis what I solemnly swear, from this minute never to call him Nephew, nor possess him of a Rial of my Estate, that does not immediately own me.  
Fab. to Peralta softly. ' Sli●e, Sir, will you lose a hundred thousand Ducats for the hopes of a Wench?— nay, no hopes?  Luis. 
Nay more, this Lady's Story touches me so near, that if she be a Gentlewoman, he forfeits my Love in refusing to right her.  Ant. 
He that questions that must be ignorant she is my Sister.  Per. 
I have no reason to expect Forgiveness, who have been the general Abuser of the whole Company. But if Love can cover Faults, I have great Pretences. First then, [To Luis.] I humbly beg your Pardon; and if you will receive that Nephew you have taken such care to preserve, here Peralta entreats.  Luis. 
Truth is, Nephew, this was a little too high driven; but if you can reconcile yourself with the rest, I must forgive one I love. And now I more earnestly view you, I dare conclude you the Son of my Brother.  Gom. 
Well, I will never trust Age and Experience more, etc.  
Per. to Elvira. Your Pardon, Madam, which I have greatest cause to beg, I scarce dare ask: but if you forgive this Sally of Youth, and my Uncle consent, I am for ever yours.—  
To Antonio. Sir, this I hope you'll yield to, and honour me with a permission to call you Brother.  
Car. to Antonio. Refuse, Antonio, and you break your vowed Engagement.  Ant. 
I yield to any thing is just, and if you behave yourself worthily, shall make no small increase to your Fortune.  
Per. to Elvira. Can you once more think me true?  Elu. 
I must think any thing you'll have me.  Per. 
To take off all scruple, I openly confess the Portmanteau I brought you was mine by mistake, and upon that I grounded all my Pretence. But I shall sufficiently make Amends, by yielding up that, and this a much greater Treasure. Bowing to Violante.  Vit. 
Had I designed a Quarrel, the Interest you have in this Lady would make us Friends.— And thus emboldened I dare call you Father, and myself this Fair one's Servant.  Gom. 
'Tis strange that I should not know thee, for by my troth thou hast Gonzalo's Cast, and so forth: and I will think of no Unkindness, since I am thus assured.  Ant. 
My Journey to Madrid was well designed, and I can once more call myself Antonio.  Gom. 
You shall all to my House, etc. for I love Weddings, and resolve to laugh at this Adventure.  They talk together. Fab. 
Nay, Mistress Clara, I was not altogether so false as you think; for Fabio the Indian courted her, but Fabio the Spaniard was always constant.  Clar. 
No more, my Don of the Netherlands, Clara will not pretend to hold so slippery an Eel, and she that will may take you for better for worse in best Capacities.  Fab. 
You have your liberty, they that quarrel for you must strangely love Fighting.  Luis. 
Why then all's agreed, and this little Noise may make a lasting Friendship.  Enter Dormilon. Dor. 
I have overheard so much as to know you merry.— What do you think of calling the Getano's in, who are just going by to Saint Hieronimo's?  Gom. 
By all means call them in, etc. I will have one merry day after all, let the rest look to themselves.  Dormilon returns with the Spanish Gipsies. A DANCE. Gom. 
Very well, very well. But this loses time: let's to the Churchy and so forth. 
For fear new Scruples should arise,  
I'd rather be Resolved then Wise.     
FINIS   

EPILOGUE  spoken by Mrs. Barry. 
IF any of you have a mind to ●ight,  
Let him affront our pretty Female-knight.  
For though her rambling Errantry is done;  
Since she's in danger of your damning Frown,  
Here as her Squire a Challenge I proclaim:  
Declare your Weapon, Time, and Place, and Name.  
When you shall own with shame, upon your knees,  
You fail much oftener than our Sex, to please.  
Perhaps her Servant by the Ladies may  
Be censured, that he basely ran away:  
But few, when they'd attained so much, would stay.  
Yet now the Power's by Marriage in her hand,  
Who may at leisure due Revenge command.  
For if he goes this year to the Campaign,  
A Friend may in his stead at home remain.  
Gallants, I needs must pray for some of you,  
Who with such heat to the Low-Countries go,  
That when you come again, if e'er you do,  
You may be welcomed with the loss of some rich Friend,  
Who's made you Heir to all he left behind.  
And be assured we'll prove exceeding kind  
To those who come with Scars of Honour home,  
If to inherit good Estates they come.  
'Faith then, to us be favourable now,  
That we hereafter may be so to you.  
For those who mean to stay within the Nation,  
Let all new Plays now have their Approbation,  
Considering shortly comes a long Vacation:  
'Gainst when, we shall no more reserve new Play,  
Then Vintner stock of French-wine till May-day.   

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