PR 4839 K197 P66 1812 MAIN B 3 111 I II I II II III I 3RZ 44^ THE SECOND EDITION. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT; OR, The Portrait of Michael Cervantes: A FARCE IN TWO ACTS. BY CHARLES KEMBLE. AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE ROYAL, HAY MARKET LONDON: PRINTED FOR C. CHAPPLE, PALL-MALL. 1812. Price Two ShiUingti. J. Tyler, Printer, IUthbone Place. DRAMATIS PERSONJE. MEN. Hernandez, Mr. Matthews. Don Gaspard de Rosellas, • • • • Mr. Grove. Don Leon, his Son, Mr. Palmer. Don Fernando, Mr. Putnam. Isidore, Mr. Atkins. Fabio, Valet of Fernando, ■ • •• Mr. Fawcett. Pedrillo, Valet of Leon, Mr. Liston. Pacho, in the Service of Her-1 Ar ,, nandez, • ) Mr. Ma IE. WOMEN. Donna Lorenza, Daughter} xjr * r of Hernandez, ...?..;.} Mrs - Matthews. Juana, her Woman, Mrs. Gibbs. Beatrice, in the Service of\ ^ T ^ Hernandez, . J Mrs - Davenport. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. $c $c. %i\ ACT I. SCENE L A Street in Madrid. Enter Fabio ««rfDox Fernando. Fernando. VV hat ! you are at your old tricks, sirrah; tell me this instant whither you are leading me, and how you have been employed these three days, or — Fabio. Follow me, sir, and you shall know all Fern. "S death, rascal! Fabio. Meaning me, sir? Patience, patience for the love of St. Jago ! Fern, Give me, villain, this moment, a good reason for your absence, or — Fabio. Put up your sword, then, or I shall never be able to do it; and, saving your presence, it is cursed hard, first to scare me out of my senses, and then expect good reason from me. Fern. Speak, villain, to the point. B 2 PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act I. Fabio. I will, sir, I will ; but you are so violent. Fern. Well, I'll be calm. — I am too hasty, I believe; but, then, you must own that my passion no sooner comes, than it goes. Fabio. True, sir; but then, you must likewise confess it no sooner goes, than it comes. I wish, sir, you would correct this ardent temper of yours ; it only throws you farther from the object you desire : for instance, had you not lost so much time in abusing your faithful, ingenious honest Fabio, you would, alreadv, have known that he had discovered the habitation of Signor Hernandez, the painter. Do you see that old fashion'd house there, sir ? Ftrn. Surely he can never live in this retired quarter. Fabio. Live ! No, but he starves himself and family in that very house. Fern. There then resides the ungrateful Lorenza whom I could not soften by fair means. Fabio. Nor carry off by foul. Fern. By all my wrongs I will possess her, or — Fabio. Softly, softly, sir; tho n the lady's affections were unengaged six months ago, when your proposals were rejected, on account of your libertine character — Fern. Sirrah ! Fabio. I say, sir, though at that time she had only to object to your reputation for a certain freedom in your affections, and an unrestrained ease in your character and conduct, which, no doubt, are very becoming in so fine a gentleman, yet now the case is altered. Fenn. How so? Fabio. Why her trip to Saiamanca, to escape your importunities has produced a rival. Fern. A rival : Fabio. A rival, sir ; his name is Leon de Rosellas, the sou of old Don (iaspurd. the Alcalde, who Bent Act I. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 3 him thither to study — there he met with your mistress, was smitten with her charms, serenaded her night after night; and now Hernandez ventures to recall his daughter, the young gentleman, (who thinks it much more agreeahle to pursue a pretty girl, than his studies) has followed her to Madrid, where he remains in-cog for fear of his father ; who, he well knows, would never pardon his having taken a degree so contrary to his wishes. Fern. And how became you acquainted with all this? Fabio. Heaven, sir, always assists the righteous, and I never neglect its favors. Fern. You are indeed, Fabio, a faultless villain. Fabio. Well sir, the valet of this Leon (a sorry, meagre-witted Andalusian, who, two years ago, had the honor of being my fellow servant, ) not knowing I was devoted to your service, eagerly told me the whole story, and humbly solicited my counsel. Fern. Your counsel, ha, ha ! Fabio. And not without reason ; he has seen some specimens of my excellence — he has not forgotten with what dexterity I cheated an officer of the in- quisition out of his little wand, and made him my prisoner, while he thought to do me that favor. Oh, sir, that was a master stroke ; and Pedrillo having witnessed it, has, ever since, had almost as great a veneration for my talents, as they deserve. Fern. What ? then you are acquainted with the whole progress of the amour? Fabio. To be sure I am, sir; how do you think I have been employed else, since ? However, don't be alarirfd ; it is not advanced beyond the doux yeux, or a tender serenade. Donna Lorenza, vou know, is very circumspect ; but, unluckily, Donna Lorenzo has brought with her, from Salamanca, a little she devil, called Juana, who is not to be satisfied with a mere languishing leer, or a tune on the guitar. A 4 PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. A are more agreeable objects — I like to look on the living for my part. Beat. Oh fie ! you don't think the living worth your notice, do you, when compared — Sir, your most obedient — [Curtseys to Pedr^illo, who xvas nodding at Juana. Juana. What are you doing, Beatrice ? Beat. Returning the salute of that handsome young man. Juana. Oh fie ! you don't think the living worth your notice, do you ? Loren. Let us go in, Juana ; my father will be uneasy at pur stay. 6 PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act. I. Beat. He is waiting anxiously for your return, with Don Gaspare! cie Rosellas. Leon. [Aside] What do I hear ? with my father? Juana. [Aside.] Deuce take the old babbler ! I'll get rid of her somehow, I'm resolved. Ma'am, dont you mean to send for an answer to tiie letter which you sent to your aunt respecting Don Leon ? Loren. Certainly I do. Juana. Here's Beatrice has nothing to do, and I am sure she will fetch it with the greatest pleasure; won't you, Beatrice ? Beat. I am always ready to do what my lady orders me, Mrs. Saucebox. Juana. Well then, my lady does order you to go to Donna Clara's, opposite to the Hotel of the Dcli- veranie, and ask for an answer to her letter. Beat. Opposite the Hotel of Deliveranie, my lady ? Loren. Aye, good Beatrice. Beat. Very well, I'll go, — I'll go — [Pedrillo boxes to hei^] charming young man, I vow ! [Exit Beatrice. Loren. Come, let us go in, Juana. — Heigho ! Juana. I suspect that sigh is for some one you left behind at Salamanca, ma'am : Did not vou observe a certain green cloak in the convent just now, ma'am ? Loren. Was it he, Juana : Juana. I was almost frightcn'd out of my nits when I recognized him ; — don't vou remember oiler- iog me your smelling bottle, and asking what ailed me : I told vou I had the shivers, and so I had ; for, at that very instant I caught Pedrillo's eye, and it put me in w twitter from top to toe. Loren. Don Leon's proceedings do not wear the honorable face that I could wish ; he has never mention'd a syllable concerning bis family, or his ex- pectations ; we may even be deceived with reaped to his real name. Act I. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 7 J nana. [Turning tozvards Leon.] Why, that is awkward, I confess ; I find the young man has made but little progress in your affection then ? Lor en. Ah, Juana ! Juana. Ah, Ma'am ! Loren. If I could persuade myself you would never repeat what I confide to you — Juana. I am dumb; not a syllable shall he hear from me. Loren. Well, then, I must avow, that in spite of the arguments of reason, in spite of the suspicions his conduct raises in my mind, I cannot tear my heart from him ; and I have only to wish that the information I expect from my aunt, may not destroy the sweetest hope I ever cherished. Leon. [Advancing.] Whatever be the consequence, I will discover myself. Herandez. [JVithin.] Beatrice! Beatrice! Leon. [To Pedrillo.] Away, away ! [Exeunt Leon, and Pedrillo. Juana. Your father, ma'am. Enter Don Gaspard ; and Hernandez [xvith a small picture]. Hernan. Why, Beatrice ! what, are you here ? Loren. We are this moment return'd, sir. Hernan. In, in with you ; I'll have no chattering in the streets. Where's Beatrice ? [Exit Donna Lorenza. Juana. My lady has sent her to enquire after the health of Donna Clara, sir, who is a little indisposed. [Going off. Hernan. Juana ! Juana. Sir ? Hernan. If the grand inquisitor should send for the massacre of the innocents which he bespoke, let him have it. Juana. Very well, sir. [Exit into the house. S TLOT AND COUNTERTLOT. Act I. Hcrnan. I ask your pardon, Don Gaspare! ; to return to your son; for heaven's sake, reflect — Gasp. No, I am inflexible ; first faults are those a judicious parent should punish with the greatest severity. Hernan. Faults I grant you ; but your sons are — Gasp. Mere peccadilloes, eh ? an abandon'd pro- fligate I to quit his studies for the first pretty faced doll that fell in his way ; to fall in love with a stranger, whose morals no one knows any thing of. Hcrnan. Ah, that might have been the case had he fallen in love with one of his most intimate ac- quaintance. Gasp. The daughter, probably, of some old fool. Hernan. Certainly. Gasp. Or, what is worse, of some old rogue. Hernan. I cannot say any thing in his favor. Gasp. In short, if you are desirous of cementing our friendship, I require you to employ all your credit in my behalf — you are now going to the Duke of Lerma ? Hernan. Yes ; to carry this little canvas to his young spouse ; — she has been unwell, poor soul ! eaten up with vapours — sec, 'tis a design for the family vault, it may serve to amuse her. Gasp. I make no doubt you will obtain an order for the arrest of my headstrong boy, and I will employ every means, which my new office of Alcalde affords me, to discover his retreat — I shall soon lay the young spark by the heels, I warrant — remember, his nam.' is' Leon. Hernan. Aye, Aye, Til remember. Gasp. Remember, too, you are to sup with me to-night. llcnian. Never fear, I've a sharp nose to a feast, signor. [Exeunt, different ways. [J nana pops her Jwad in and out to listen. Act £ PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT, 9 Enter Juaxa. Juana. Thev are gone. I wonder where Pedrillo and his master are ! Ah ! Enter Leon and Pedrillo. Leon. Oh, Juana! I am the most fortunate of men; let me behold your charming mistress, adore her, and expire at her feet. Juana. Here's a transport for you! Why did not you adore her, and expire at her feet, when you did see her ? Leon. Why, there were reasons then, Juana. Fed. Yes ; we had, then, certain affairs that — Juana. Now, Gentlemen, I see my mistress was in the right : — you have secrets. Leon. All shall be explained, only conduct me to my Lorenza. Juana. Conduct you to her! Lord, sir, how, which way ? Fed. Through the door-wav, to be sure. Leon. Now, pr'ythee, dear Juana — Juana. And ray honor all the while, you don't think of that ; nor of Pacho, who is in the house, and always on the watch, nor of Signor Hernandez, who may return in an instant. Fed. She's right, sir, ; reckoning her honor for nothing Pacho and Hernandez are sufficient obstacles to our admittance. Juana. [Slapping his face.'] Take that for your impudence ! My honor nothing ! Leon. Must I, then, despair, Juana? Juana. No, no, 1 would not have you despair ; only, expect nothing from me contrary to my principles. Fed. Principles! Oh, Oh, Oh ! *an Abigail's prin- ciples! [J uana attempts to slap his face again.] No, no ; the smart of the last is not gone yet. 10 rLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act I. Leon. What is the most favorable hour? J nana. I know but one in the whole day, and that is when he takes his walk on the Prado, which he constantly does every evening at seven o'clock. Leon. At seven o'clock? Juana. Yes, sir ; but don't suppose that I mean to give you the least encouragement, from any thing which you may learn from me. Ped. Oh dear ! we know you better. Juana, At that time, my lady and I generally sit in the picture gallery ; and as there is a balcony — Leon. A balcony? Charming! Juana. Why charming? I hope you have no design to climb it : you will break your neck, for it is prodi- giously high — You thought, perhaps, it had steps into the garden, but it has not : no, no ; when we wish to walk there, we go through a door, which is immediately under the balconv. Leon. And of which you have the key? Juana. No, fortunately I have not. Ped. Fortunately? Juana. Certainly, for if it should be lost, or come into the hands of improper persons, my honor might be called in question; but, thank heaven, it is in Beatrice's keeping. I wonder some accident has not happen'd already ; for she's such a fool, that any body might cajole her out of it, with the greatest ease ; and I am sure she would never miss it, for it is the smallest of the whole: bunch. Leon. A thousand thanks, my dear Juana. Juana. Thanks! What for, sir? I have done notln to deserve your thanks, and if you expect me to assist you in your designs on my lady, you will be very much disappointed, — My honor forbids my affording you tlie least encouragement; and so, sir, your servant; — donH attempt to shake my resolution, for I tell you, once for all. my principles are incorruptible. [Exit into the house. Act I. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 1 1 Ped. Oh, you tygress! Leon. Now, Pedrillo, this key must be obtained frGm Beatrice — Be that your task. Ped. Mine, sir? Leon. Yours ; be quick, invent — the key I must have, and instantly. Ped. Impossible, sir ; I never spoke to her in my life — consider — Leon. Remonstrances are vain — Blockhead, have not you the wit to see that — Ped. Wit? No, here's proof positive of my dullness. [Turns out his pockets.'] Did you ever know a man allowed to have wit, with empty pockets? Leon. Well, well, you shall have money soon, and, in the mean time, you know, your wages are running on. Ped. Yes; but they run so fast, I'm afraid I shall never overtake them. Leon. Sirrah ! I am now going to my friend, Don Yelles, he has promised to assist me with a hundred ducats, and if you have not the key by the time I return, I'll break every bone in your skin, and discharge you my service into the bargain. {Exit. Ped. These are your masters now, and their familiar prodigalities! " Discharge you, and break every bone in your skin," as if either were not sufficient for the most unconscionable valet that ever served an un- grateful master. Damn all manner of love and lovers too, say I — What shall I do ? Enter Fa bio. [Singing.} Fabio. Pedrilio! What, in the dumps, man? Have your amours met with any check ? Ped. No, and be hanged to them, they proceed too well ; that's what vexes me — We have seen Donna Lorenza, and there's a chance of an assignation this evening. I£ PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act J. Fabio. The devil there is! Ped. Yes ; at seven o'clock. Fabio. Well, there's no cause of vexation in this. Ped. No; the vexation is, there is a key wanting to the success of our plan — it is in the possession of an old .woman, called Beatrice, for whom I am now waiting; and my master, who knows no difficulty, except a mathematical problem, has coolly ordered me, by fair or foul means, to procure it. Fabio. He is in the right. Ped. In the right? Fabio. To be sure ; you must be a fool indeed, if you cannot manage this. Ped. A fool ! I should like to see you do it. Fabio. Bow down, then, to the earth, thou incre- dulous ass, and receive the lesson I condescend to give thee. Ped. With all my heart — I expect old Beatrice every minute — She is only gone to Donna Lorenza's aunt for an answer to a letter. Fabio. "Which answer I have already written. [Aside.'] And the key you want, is — Ped. The smallest of the whole bunch. As I live, here she comes. Fabio. Let me see — have I any kevs about me? Yes, yes; — here, step aside, and 1*11 tell you how to proceed. ( [Exeunt. Enter B fat rice. Beat. So, so. my lady is gone in — Donna Clara is a kind soul — >hc would make me stay, and take a little refreshment. Re-enter Fajho. Fa [Mysteriously,] Here she is — Ma'am, ma'am ! it. A young man. as I live. Act I. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 13 Fabio. Is not vour name Beatrice, ma'am, are not you in the service of Signor Hernandez, and did not you just now come from Donna Clara, his sister? Beat. Right, sir, right in every point. Fabio. Then, be upon your guard, ma'am; for you will be accosted presently* by a knave, who intends to rob vou of your keys. Beat. My keys? Fabio. This rogue is the valet of Don Fernando; but don't be afraid, I'll protect you. Beat. You ? how do I know but you may be as great a rogue as he is ? Fabio. Do you know this staff of office ? [Skewing the Inquisitor's staff. Beat. Pardon me, Signor, you have the honor ic belong to the Holy Inquisition. Fabio. Forget the honor, I am not proud— as we have now to deal with an ingenious knave, I have quitted my uniform, and disguised myself, as you see. — I have placed my followers in the neighbour- hood, and I doubt not, with your assistance — Beat. Pardon me, Signor — I had better go home. Fabio. The law forbids your going home ; the public interest, as well as that of your master, re- quires your assistance here. Beat. But, Signor — * Fabio. Nay, your own honor is in question ; for this rascal, Fabio, — you must know the scoundrel's name is Fabio, publicly boasts that you are in intelligence with him, and that he does whatever he pleases with you. Beat. Does what he pleases with me ? Oh, the monster ! Fabio. And that he can wheedle the old girl, meaning you ma'am, out of her prudence at anvtime. beat. Wheedle me, can he ? let him try — old girl indeed ! 14 PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act I. Fabio. Be pacified; I don't know what stratagems he may make use of; but if we could but catch him in the fact — Beat. Doing what he pleased with me ; I shall hunt— Oh ! Fabio. No, no, you mistake me ; I mean in the fact of carrying off your keys — you could safely swear to them, you know, and then the knave would meet with his deserts — Here he comes — stand before me, and we'll soon settle his business. Beat. Why this is he that bowed to me this morning — Aye, aye, he thought to entrap me, no doubt, by his civility. Fabio. Like enough ; he has been after you these three days. Enter Pedrillo. [Out of breath.} Peel. My good dame, I'm glad I've overtaken you — I've had such a scamper after you — They tell me you have just picked up a key that I let fall in the street. Beat. Then they told you falsely. I never pick up any thing that does not belong to me. Fabio. [Behind her.~] Well replied. Fed. For heaven's sake, don't deceive me ; my master will murder me, if I go back without it — Do now, for my satisfaction let me examine your bunch. Fabio. Let him — let him. Beat. Well, sir, you may look at it in my hand. Fed. There, that is the very key, by Jupiter! [Endeavouns to act it. Beat. He pulls, Signor, he pulls. Fabio. Let them go, then, let them go. Fed. I am right in my woman, I iiiul. Faf>in. And I in my man. I arrest you, rascal. [Shewing the staff. Act I. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 15 Ped. The devil ! I have not got the keys. [Drops them and runs off] holding up his hands, Fabio. Ave, aye ; but they were seen in your pos- session, that's enough. [Picks than up. Beat. Yes, yes, sir ; you are caught in the fact ! Fabio. Don't think to escape, you scoundrel ! here, Melchior, Raphael ! [Exit Fabio. Beat. But, my keys, my keys ! Here, Pacho, Pacho ! Oh, happy day ! I have saved my master — I wish I had my keys again though, Why Pacho, Pacho ! Pacho. [JFithin.] I can't come — here's Juana going to faint. Beat. Tell her to stop a little, and do you come here directly. Re-enter Fabio. Fabio. 5 Tis done, the villain is taken, and there are your keys again, w-hich you must produce in court, when required. Beat. Let me see — 3 — 6 — 9. — Aye, that's the right number. How this will rejoice my master ! Fabio. Not a word of what has passed ; the law commands you to be silent, till you come before the judges. — The Fernando's are a powerful family, remember. Beat. But the importance of the service — Fabio. Hush, old woman. Beat. Deserves reward, and I've no notion — Fabio. Hush, I tell you ; go in, and, as you value your life, dont open your lips about it — remember, the law has an eye upon you. [Pushes her into the house. Enter Pedrillo. Ped. Hist ! Fabio, is she gone ? Fabio. She is ; there, sir, is your key, and never, as 16 PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act I. long as you live, presume to think any thing impossible to genius when seconded by well directed industry. [ Turns pompously an ay. Pedrillo. Well Fabio you arc a master rogue ! vou have saved mv bones a breaking, and vour reward shall be — the half of whatever my master gives me for procuring the key. E liter Dox Leon [hastily]. Leon. Now, Pedrillo, have you succeeded ? Fed. There, sir, is your key ; and never, as long as you live, presume to think any thing impossible to genius, when seconded by well directed industry. AVas not that it, Fabio? Leon. And who is Fabio, pray ? Fed. A friend, sir ; and such a friend as is not to be met with every day. — My friend, my master — my master, my friend. [Introduces them to each other.} Tis to him we are indebted for the key. Leon. We could not have met with him more opportunely : Don Fernando, my rival, is in Madrid ; my friend pointed him out to me, as he passed his hou-e. Fabio. If the little talent I possess can be of use to so line a gentleman — Leon. I accept your offer — receive this pledge of my future bounty ; [throws him a purse] share it between you — Pedrillo, follow me this instant — I have not a moment to lose. [Exit Leon. Fed. Is it plump ? Fabio. So, so; meet me this evening, and we'll divide it. Leon. [Without.] Pedrillo! Fed. Coming sir; but where, Fabio ? Fabio. At the Hotel of the Deliverance. Fed. Honor bright? Fabio. Oh, can you doubt me ? Act I, PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. ft Ped. But you know my dear Fabio, you are such a scoundrel. Leon, [fFitkout.] Pedrillo 1 Pedrillo ! Ped. Coming, sir : — At the Deliverance ? Here, sir; now dont'forget. Fabio. — Coming, sir, ciming. [Exit Pedrillo. Fabio. Ye?, I will divide it honorably ; for fair play is a jewel. Let me see ; Don Leon gave me half for the key I obtained from Beatrice, and Pedrillo shall give me the other half for the lesson he has just received from me — Two halves make a whole — an honorable division, and I pocket the purse. Enter Don Ferxando. Fern. Well, Fabio ? Fabio. Such news, sir; the parties have met, and that witch, J nana, has contrived an assignation for them — They only wanted a key to ensure their suc- cess, and for that they are indebted to my ingenuity. Fern. How ? Traitor ! Fabio. Yes, I gave the key, but first took an im- pression in wax, and you will have the fellow to it within this hour. Fern. Excellent Fabio ! Plot and Counterplot ! hold yourself in readiness jpr seven this evening. Fabio. That's the very hour of their assignation. Fern. What care I for that? I'm sure lie will not dare to appear before her father, and in his opinion, it is, I mean to ruin him. Come, sir, the project is worthy of your fame. Fabio. Say you so, sir ? then I adopt it— Let's to work— I'm a ll 011 hre to share the laurels of so great a leader. [Exeunt. END OF ACT I. D IS PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act IL ACT II. SCENE I A Picture Gallery. Enter Jcaxa. [TFlth a guitar.] Jit ana. Jlt is seven o'clock, and I hear nothing of them — ■ if my lady should be angry with me — psha ! is not love an excuse for every thing ? Enter Doxxa Lorexza. {JV'ith a letter.] Loren. Who could have believed a form so noble could conceal so base a heart ! there, Juana, read — I am surely the most unfortunate of women ! Juana. [Reads.] " Be on your guard, my dear " niece ; this Leon, whom you think so tenderly '* attached to you, is a young libertine, who only wishes " to add you to the list of unhappy girls already " ruin'd by his arts — The mystery in which he wraps " himself, is entirely owing to his dread of being " pursued by the family of a beautiful young woman " of Salamanca, whom he abandoned soon after their " marriage. Pedrillo, his man, who seems little better " than an idiot, is more knave than fool ; do not " suffer his pretended simplicity to deceive you; for " he is known by all the officers of justice for the most 11 accomplished and Ingenious rogue in Madrid." Oh, the villain. Loren. [Walking about.] Who could have expected this, Juana. Act II. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. IB Juana. [JFalking more violently.] That scoun- drel, Pedrillo \ Who could have thought such a thick looking skull could have concealed any brains ? Oh, my lady, you will never forgive me, I'm sure. Lor en. Forgive you, for what ? Juana. [Falling on her knees.] Oh, Oh, Oh ! I dare not tell you, unless you first promise to pardon me. Lor en. I will, I will girl; speak, you make me tremble. Juana. Not long since, in pure simplicity of heart, I gave Don Leon to understand that Beatrice had the key of the door under the balcony. Loren. Imprudent girl ! Juana. I don't know whether they got it from her or not. I only know that I pretended to faint, in order to ocupv Pacho while they made the attempt. Loren. Heavens ! Juana. If they have succeeded, they will watch their opportunity, and steal softly up that private staircase ; there they will lie hid, till they are sure we are here ; which they must know whenever I touch my guitar — [she touches it] then the door will open without the least noise ; they will pop in their heads to see whether we are quite alone, and in the moment when we least expect them, we shall be entirely at their mercy. [Don Leon and Pedrillo do what Juana says, then come f one ard and kneel to Lorenza and Juana. Leo-n. My adored Lorenza, pardon this temerity ! the sweet avowal which escaped your lips this morn- ing, when you thought yourself unheard, emboldens me — Loren. Enough, sir ; do not expose me to shame — Go, leave me, and return to Salamanca, to the unfor- tunate wife, whom you so lately abandon* d there. £0 PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act 1L Fed. How, what ? Leon. My wife at Salamanca ! Loren. [Gives him the letter.] Yes; read there, sir. Leon. What daemon has invented this black false- hood ! I will tins instant convince yon of my inno- cence ; my family — J nana. Hush ! as I live, my master; what shall we do ? Fed. Do ? Why, hide us this moment, if you don't wish to see murder committed. Juana. Here, then, this way: are you sure you are a fool, though, and not an ingenious knave, as th e letter says ? Fed. The veriest ass that ever learnt A. B. C. from a horn book. Juana. There is room for only one here. [Puts Pedrillo into a closet.] You, sir, must conceal yourself here, amongst the old pictures. [Puts Leon into another. Loren. But, should my father go there ? Juana. lie shan't ma'am ; for ill put the key in my pocket. [She does so. Enter Hernandez. Hern. Oh, here you arc ; I'm glad you arc better, Juana — Pacho tells me that you fainted just now. Juana. Yes, L ir; I am not quite recovered yet. Hern. This comes of my letting you go out — you may, now perhaps, be laid up for these three months. Juana. Oh, don't be alarm'd, sir; my illness will not be very expensive to you this time ; a few hours will restore me. Hem. I'm glad of it. D'ye hear then, you will both be prepared to set oil' to-morrow, by day-break, for St. Ildephonso. Jet II. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 2 1 Loren. My dear sir — Hern. Don Fernando is returned to Madrid ; the Duke of Lerma told me so himself, and the Duchess has kindly invited you to pass three months with her at St Ildephonso — You will there be safe from the attempts of that audacious libertine. Juana. I declare, sir, this news makes me almost ready to faint again. Loren. Surely, sir, I am safer under your care, than that of a stranger. [To Hernandez. Htm. Xo such thing : — I came on purpose to prepare you — You have heard, and now you may leave me. Juana. Don't you intend to take your constant evening walk, sir ? Hern. Xo ; I intend to paint. Juana. [Aside.] What will become of us ? Htm. I have hit upon a new mode of treating the picture, which I threw aside, the other day in dis- gust : it is among the old paintings in this closet, if I remember right. [Going towards the closet where Leon is hid.] Juana. But, my dear sir, consider your health ; it is very bad for you to work after dinner — You know Don Presto Homicidulo, your doctor, always tells you so. [To Hernandez. Hern. Psha 1 Loren. Don't you think, father, that this dying Adonis might be improved ? Htm. Np doubt; but, pray, what fault do you discover in it ? Lortn. I may be wrong; but I think Venus does not express grief enough at her lover's danger. Htm. Humph ! perhaps you are right — there, go, child, go. Loren. Yes, sir; come Juana. [Edit Loreuza, ii PLOT AND COtNTERrLOT. Act It, J nana. You don't forget that you promised to sup with Don Gaspard, sir ? Hern. [Pushing her to the door '.] Fire and fury ! you shall leave me, or I'll know the reason whv. Juana. [Aside.] Reason enough, it" you knew all. \ Exit Juana. Hern. [Looking at the picture of Venus.] Aye, Lorenza's remark was just — I'll see whether I can't improve it — I'll have it mov'd into the painting room. Come, Madam Venus, prepare for woe, for I am in a cruel humour, and intend to afflict you severely. [JVipes the picture Re-enter Juana. Juana. Sir ! Hern. What, again ! Juana. Yes, sir ; you are wanted. Hern. Well, shew the person in. Juana. Had notyou better see him in the painting- room, sir ? Hern. No, I'll see him here. Juana. {Aside.] My poor Pedrillo ! Walk up, sir \ this way ; Signor Hernandez is here, sir. Enter Isidore. Hern. Ah, Isidore, is it you ? Isid. [Looking suspiciously at Juana.] Myself. — I have often observed that ladies 1 maids have a strong propensity to — Hern. To trouble their heads with what does not concern them — I understand — leave us. Isid. My good friend, I have such a proposal — [Juana is going towards Pedrillo. Hern. What do you want there ? there's nothing belongin ■• \<> you in that closet Juana. Lord, BUT ! I know that well enough. [Exit Juana. Act. II. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 23 Hem. I must get rid of that arch little gypsey. Well, Isidore, what have you to propose ? laid. Much money at little risk. Hern. How, my dear fellow, how ? Enter Don Ferxaxdo and Fabio, from the private staircase : they conceal themselves behind the pictures. Isid. Were you acquainted with Michael Cervantes the renowned author of Don Quixote ? Hern. Have a care, Isidore, the nearer you draw to a poet, the farther you get from money : — that is established beyond controversy, Isid. He died last night. Hern. What's that to me ? Isid. A great deal. Hern. Am I his heir ? Isid. No, no ; — You are aware, that envy, which continually pursues a man of genius while living, desists from its attacks when he is dead. Hem. Ah ! that's a great consolation to him, is not it.? Isid. This is the case with Cervantes. Hem. To the point. Isid. You must know, then, that this poor genius was never sufficiently encouraged to induce any one to paint his picture, and he was neither rich nor vain enough to get it painted himself. Hern. Well? Isid. A portrait of him, at this time, would be invaluable. I can secretly introduce you where he now lies. Hem. Can you ? Isid. You have a rapid pencil ;— to catch the likeness would not take much time. Hem. True ; but if the Inquisition should hear it, we shall be ruined. £4 PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act. II. Is id. Never fear ; we'll take every precaution. Hern. It would bring me a round sum — I'll do it; —but at what time ? Isid. The sooner, the better. Hern. But, stay — my daughter is to go, by day- break to-morrow, into the country, with the Duchess of Lerma. Fern. [Aside.] Is she so ? Hem. And I think it will be better to take her to the Duchess to-night. I shall then be under no apprehensions from Don Fernando, and may pro- ceed with the portrait without interruption. Isid. That will suit me exactly. Fern. [Aside.] But not me. Hern. Well, then, I'll give the necessary orders, and rejoin you directly. [Ed-it after Lorenza and Juana. Isid. I thought the old fellow would snap at the bait; — it is a pretty speculation. Fern. [Claps him on the shoulder.'] Very. Isid. Sir ! from whence did you come ? Fern. No matter ; I have overheard every syllable of your conversation with Hernandez. Isid. Indeed ! Fern. Oh, dont be alarm'd, we shall not inform the Inquisition of the profanation you intend. Fabin. [Aside.] Unless we find it our interest to do , Fern. Tell me, now, candidly, how much do you hope to get from Hernandez by this little speculation? Isid. Why, sir, about an hundred ducats. /' [Shewing him a purse.] Here arc two hundred. Fabio. You see, we are not thieves, though, I fancy, at first, you suspected us to be little Letter. Fern. I baye, now, in m; >n, ;i portrait of I . ; it \ I for t Arehl h >p i f Act II. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 25 Toledo, and that shall be yours also, provided you do me the service I require of you. Isid. Mine, shall it be mine ? Fern. Yours — I know you are a sincere friend to Signor Hernandez, and 'in serving me, you will eventually oblige him— I love his daughter, honorably love her;' but f have reason to know he would reject anv proposal from me— All I ask of you, is, to tell him, when he returns, that, on reflection, you think it better, and less dangerous for him to paint the picture in his own house. Isid. But, should he consent, how can it be managed? Fern. Leave that to me— here is a Cervantes ready. {Pointing to Fabio.] You shall know more presently: in the mean time, while I entrust you with my secret, recollect, that a refusal on your part to assist me, may lead us to betray you to the Inquisition. Isid. [Aside.'] I don t much like — Fabio. What do you muse on, eh, my line fellow? Isid. Why, if my honor — Fabio. Put that into my keeping; there's not a counterfeit in the whole purse. Isid. Well, gentlemen, I consent ; [Fernando gives him the purse] but dont forget the portrait. Re-enter Hernandez. Hern. Eh, whom have we here? Fern. Signor Hernandez, when you are at leisure I wish to sav a few words to you in private. [Aside*] I think the story I shall tell him, will completely ruin the hopes of Leon. [Fernando tells Fabio to zvatch Isidore narrozcly, which he does. Hern. I have arranged every thing. Isid. Well ; but * have been rejecting that as I have many enemies in the convent, it may be safer to convey Cervantes here. E WS PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act II. Her??. My dear friend ! the thing of all others 1 should like. Eh, that fellow seems to be listening to us. Isid. Well, it shall be so ; I'll contrive to send him to you by ten o'clock to-night. Hern. That will do ; I may then keep my appoint- ment, and sup with Don Gaspard. Isid. But let me advise you to be upon your guard; for, [Fabio approaches near him,] the wines of the last vintage are not wholesome. Your servant. [Exit Isidore. Fern. [To Fabio.] Follow him home, and wait there for me. [Exit Fabio. Fern. [Personating Leon with ridiculous affectation.] You will, no doubt, Signor, be much surprised when I acquaint you with the cause of this visit; for, at an age, when passion, more than reason, rules the man, it is seldom that scruples of delicacy and honor determine the course we follow. Hern. [Aside.] Some poor rogue, that wants his picture painted for nothing. Fern. I presume you have heard of Leon de Rosellas. Hern. What, mv friend Don Gaspard's son ? Fern. He stands before you now, Signor — I am he. Hern. You ? Fern. I, sir; vou see that thoughtless rake, whom love one dav subdued, I don't well know how ; — to say the truth, besieged as I had been by all the beauties of Salamanca, I ought to have been more guarded against a sudden impression. Hern. What a puppy ! Fern. But it was mv de&tttiy to adore the divine Lorenza. Her)}. How! mv daughter? Fern. Patience, good Signor. Hem. I am calm ; go on, sir. Ad II. .PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 27 Fern. Her prudence, and the cruelty with which she treated me, ought to have recalled me to reason, but, unhappily for me, fortune had placed a female attendant about her, the levity of whose conduct — Hern. That jade, Juana ! Fern. Right, sir; she encouraged my rising passion. Hern. The baggage ! Fern. Pray, sir, be composed. Hern. I am composed — Til be the death of her. Fern. It was by her contrivance I was introduced into your house. Hern. What ! bring men into my very house ! I'll have her tortured. Fern. But. conscience pricked me, and here, sir, I return into your hand, this key, which her imprudence confided to me. Hern. The key of my balcony door ! Oh, the minx, the minx ! Here, Juana. Fern. Hold, hold, sir ; I did not come here, to be confronted with your servant. Can't you dismiss her quietly from your service ? Hem. Quietly ! no, I will first confound, then strangle, and throw her into the street ; Juana ! Fern. [Aside.] Then impudence stand my friend — I must outface her. Hem. Juana, Juana, I say ? Enter Juana. Juana. Mercy on us, sir, what is the matter ? Hem. Come hither, hussey 1 Juana. Lord, sir, what have I done ? Hem. Look in that gentleman's face ; does not the sight of him terrify you ? Juana. No, sir ; I don't see any thing so frightful about him for my part; Why, what the deuce ails you, sir ? 28 PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Ad II. Hem. What ails me, Jezebel ? Is not this Don Leon ? Juana. Leon, Sir, this gentleman Don Leon ? Hern. Leon ? Yes, perfidious Leon ; who has just told me all your infamous contrivances, and returned this key, which you gave him, traitress ! Juan a. I gave him ! Fern. Yes, child; I have confess'd it all. Juana. This is a most infernal plot ! Hern. What can you say for yourself? speak, witch, speak ! Juana. Say ? that you are in a rage, that I am falsely accused, and that he is the very devil himself! Hern. I tell you, this is Don Leon de Rosellas. Juana. I tell you that he is an impostor. Fern. What ! lam not the lover of Donna Lorenza ? and you have not a sneaking kindness for my servant, Pedrillo ? Did not you, this very day, artfully draw from the lips of your charming mistress, the sweet confession, that makes me the happiest of men ? Did not you inform us that Beatrice was in possession of that key ? Did not we then concert together the scheme for obtaining it from her? and is it not by your own contrivance that I am now in this room ?— You see, sir, she's confounded, she has not a single word to say. Juana. Then, since you drive me to it, I will have the satisfaction of confounding you, I am resolved — Yes, my mistress does love Don Leon, and he is worthy of her affection. Once more, sir, I tell you this man is an impostor, and the real Don Leon shall prove it to his face. [She lets Don Leon out of the closet.] Shew yourself, Don Leon. Fern. \ Aside] What do I hear ? Hern. Why, what is all this? The jade has made my house a male seraglio. Lovers pop from every hole, like so many rabbits in a warren. Act U. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. £9 Enter Leox. Juana. Here, sir, here is an audacious fellow, who, under your name wishes to betray all that honorable men hold sacred — speak, sir, and confound the villain. Leon. What would you have me say ? does not the gentleman assure you that he is Don Leon ? Hern. He does, sir. Leon. He speaks the truth. Juana. How ! Fern. [Aside.] What can he mean ? Leon. Why this surprise ? that is the true Don Leon de Rosellas. Juana. What, do you turn against me too ? Leon. I cannot betray the truth. Juana. [Quite vexed] Too much-r— this is too much. Hern. Now, wretch, what can you say for your- self ? [To Don Leon.] but, sir, it is not sufficient that you acknowledge this to be Don Leon, I should now like to know who you are. Leon. I do not wish, Signor, to conceal my name ; and as this day seems marked for acts of penitence and confession, if you insist on it — - Hem. I do insist on it, sir. Leon. Then, Signor, know I am Don Fernando. Hern. The devil you are ! Fern. [Aside.] That turn I did not expect. Leon. Yes, Signor, I am Don Fernando, who, desperately enamour'd of a beauty who disdains me, had form'd a plan to rob you of her : and preferring the dark resources of intrigue to the advantages of honor, birth, and fortune, I have not blushed to use all means within my power, to injure my rival, and to serve myself: and, far from having abandond my criminal intention, I came hither, only to put it into execution. 30 PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act II. Fern. Signor, can you endure this any longer ? Hern. [To Leon.] Don Fernando, leave my house this instant, and do not compel me to — Leon. But Signor — Hern. Quit my house, sir, Fern. [Fiercely.] And allow me to attend you. Leon. ]Touching his sxcord.] With all my heart. Hern. [To Don Fernando.] No, no, Don Leon, by your leave, you shall not quit this house, till I have safely lodged you in your father's power. Fern. [Aside.] Unlucky ! Enter a Servant. Serv. Don Gaspard, sir. [Exit and takes pic- ture off.] Leon. [Running behind Juana.] My father ! then I am ruined ! Juana. [Begins to comprehend.] Oh, Oh ! is it so ? Enter Don Gaspard. Hern. Joy, joy, my friend. Juana. [To Leon.] Fly, fly; a door opposite the staircase — Wait there for me. [Exit dozvn the private stairs.] Hern. I have found your son ; there, there he is for you. Gasp. This, this is no son of mine. Hern. How ! Fern. [Aside.] Now I may make my escape, and rejoin Fabio. [Exit at the door from rchich Don Gaspard entered. Gasp. The figure of the other young man seemed much more like my son's. Hem. [Turning, as he thinks, to Leon.] Eh! Why what's become of him : Juana. You commanded him to leave your house, sir, and he obeyed. Jet IT. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 31 Hern. [Turning, as he thinks, to Fernando.] Then, sir, let me tell you — J nana. Now to set Don Leon at liberty. [Exit Juana dozen the private stairs. Hern. The other gone too ! Juana, you imp of Beelzebub 1 [Turning, as he thinks, to Juana. Gasp. It was Leon that I saw. I'll send my fellows after the spark this moment. [Exit Don Gaspard at the door from zchich he entered. Hem. Juana vanished too ! What does all this mean ! I'll tell you what, Don Gaspard — [Turning, as he th'mks, to Don Gaspard.] why, there is not a reasonable being in the house ! Fernando, Lorenza, Leon, Juana; they are all in a conspiracy to plague rne — However, I will this instant follow Don Gaspard; but, hold — I'll take my daughter with me, for I suspect some foul play, and if I don't get to the bottom of it, I shall run mad. [Edit Hernandez, after Donna Lorenza. SCENE II. Hernandez's Painting Room. Enter Dox Leox and Juana. Juana. There, there, get out of the house as fast as you can. Leon. What ! leave the house ? Juana. This very moment : the coast is clear, my master is gone out, and has taken Donna Lorenza with him ; but he may return in a minute, and I am resolved to run no more risks, I assure vou. Leon. As you please for that. I shall not stir till I have undeceived your mistress, and cleared mvself from the aspersions which have been cast upon me. M PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act II. Juana. To-morrow, sir. Leon. Why she sets off at day-break, for St. Ilde- phonso. Juana. Well, sir, leave all to me ; Til clear your character, never fear. Leon. No, that will not satisfy me ; I must see Lorenza ; — besides Fernando's proposals to Isidore — Juana. What proposals? Leon. I overheard them — he gave him two hundred ducats on condition that he would allow him to intro- duce a man into the house at ten o'clock at night, instead of the body of Cervantes, whom Hernandez has agreed to paint, and divide the profits of the pDrtrait with Isidore. Juana. Is it possible? Leon. And can you doubt but Fernando has some villainous scheme at the bottom of this? I shall not stir till I have unravell'd his design, and am assured of my Lorenza's safety. Juana. Ha, ha, ha ! Leon. How! can you laugh at such abominable contrivances ? Juana. Ha, ha, ha! to be sure 1 can; and if you will assist me, the laugh shall be all on our side. Leon. How, how, juana? Juana. We'll snare them with their own net, ha, ha, ha ! defeat them with their own weapons. Pedrillo may act the dead man. Leon. Pedrillo! — an ass. Juana. That is no objection ; so many asses pass for living wits, it will be hard indeed if he may not represent a dead one. You must be the porter, German or Italian, no matter which, so you disguise your voice, and while my master is busy, painting Pedrillo, I will prevail on my lady to give you a meeting under her window. Leon. Lut n Fernando — ■ Ad II. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 33 Juana. Impossible! I will watch the door, and tell all comers that nay master will not be disturbed. Leon. Well, let's about it. Juana. Stop a moment — I must first prepare Pe- drillo, and procure you a disguise. [E.vit Juana. Leon. This is excellent ! It will do, it will do! — Charming Lorenza, if it be true that you love me, how must your heart have suffered from a conviction of my guilt! Re-enter Juana with Pedrillo. Juana. There, sir, put on these. — This way, this way, Pedrillo; [Gives Leon a slouclul hat, which he puts on, then pushes Pedrillo to a long library chair] lie down there. Peel. What for, pray ! Leon. My dear Pedrillo, 'tis now in your power to do me the most essential service : you recollect the preparations for the funeral we saw this morning? Fed. What, of Cervantes ? Leon, Yes ; Hernandez has engaged to make a portrait of him, and the body will be brought here at ten o'clock to-night ; now, as he is totally unacquainted with the features of Cervantes, and as your face is naturally pale and sepulchral — Peel. Oh, sir, no more of that, I beseech you. Juana. [Pushing him.] Lie down, I tell you. Ped. What, make me company for a corpse? Leon. Booby ! that's what I wish to prevent,. I can easily keep the. real Cervantes out, but then, we mu^t have somebody to represent him. Ped. Dear sir, don't think of such a thing. Leon. It must be done — I have no other means of justifying myself to my Lorenza, who leaves MaUna by day-break to-morrow. Ped, Well, sir, let her go. r •' PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Act IT. Leon. Insolent ! Ped. Don't be angry, sir; tho' I dare not, I think I know a man that xvill do it; mere\> my friend, Fa bio — J. con. Fool! 'tis Fabio has ruin'd me, or rather you, by entrusting him with my secrets. W hy, lie is the servant of my rival. Ptd. Why, you don't say so! Leon, pan you, then, hesitate to repair the mischief you have dune? Ptd. And can you have the heart to make a dead man of me, merely for an error in y ;inent? Juana, speak for inc, [A knocking the strtit door. Leon. Lie down, lie down this instant, or — Fed. [Lying down.] Lord, lot a! what an untimely end am I come to ! Leon. Dead, villain, dead, or I'll kill you. [Leon and Juana cover him up. Enter Hernandez and Lorexza. Juana. There, sir, is what Isidore has sent for you. [Pointing out Pemillo. ffepn. Well, let that rest: and now I will thank V >u to explain the extraordinary scene that took place just now; and speak the truth, jade, or dread my * ngeance. tana. Oh, sir, sure never poor woman was in such a .sanation ! obliged to deceive my worthy master, 01 to disobe) (he Inquisition, which would have been worse than death; the pretended Leon and Fernando \\< re two of its officers, sir, who having suspicions of you, coippi lied ine to act as I have done, in order to ... .11 the nature of their visit }l>. [Takes the tight. Fern. [Following ftrai.] Si^nor, I — Hern. Don't stir ; — I shall be back directly. [Exit Hernandez, slaps the door in Ferdandos face, and locks it. All dark. Fern. Why he has lock'd the door! What can this mean ? Isidore has betrayed me — How shall I escape, how follow up my enterprize? Re-enter Juana. Juana. Don Leon! hist! Don Leon! are you there ? Fern. Yes, yes. Juana. I have prevailed on my lady to hear you for a few moments on the terrace. Follow me. Fern. Oh blessed fortune! [Ed-cunt Juana and Fernando through the /hiding doors. Ped. Eh! was not that Juanas voice. [In a tone of fear. Fabio. [In a low voice.] My master's gone. Ped. All 's quiet again. Fabio. I wonder who the deuce my fellow corpse is ! Isidore would never have sent Cervantes, surely. Ped. [Raising himself '.] If I could only— eh ! Oh dear, who is that ? My master promised me the dead poet'should not be admitted ; but there he is, I am sure. Fabio. [Think he hears some one.] Eh? Ped. [TJte*ame.] What! How my ears tingle with fear! If I could but find the door. [He gets up. Fabio. [Surprised, starts up also.] Eh! whafa that? Fed. lie rises ! Fabio. He walks! Ped. He's xoming this way! [They approach each Act II. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 3$ other till they meet, then fall upon their knees in terror.] Oh lord! Oh lord! Don't hurt me — I'm dead already ; as dead as yourself, Signor Poet f Fa bio. Why, its that fool, Pedrillo ! Ped. That rascal, Fabio ! Hern. [H T ithout.~\ This way, this way, Signor Alcalde. [Pedrillo springs from his knees, and lies dozen on the chair, as before. Ped. The Alcalde ! Fabio. [Does the same.] The devil? Enter Herxaxdez, Dox Gaspard, Alguaziles, §c. Hern. Come in, come in— why, what is become of him ? Gasp. Become of whom? Hern. Of the villain I left under lock and key in this room ; officers, search all the apartments, and you, Don Gaspard, examine those two persons — One of them is a rogue, and' pretends to be defunct. Ped. [Starts up.] That is not L Fabio. [Starts up.] Nor I. Hern. Mercy on us! Ped. Signor Alcalde, I am an honest fellow. Fabio. I am well known for — Ped. A wicked knave, Signer Alcalde. Fabio. I was sent here — Ped. No, it was I. Fabio. You ? Ped. I ? Yes, I. Fabio. No, it was I. Gasp. A moments patience, worthy defuncts ; you shall both have justice, never fear. [A clashing of swords , and noise without. Enter Juaxa. Juana. Help, help! they are carrying off my lad v. Hern. Oh! I'm a miserable old man ! 40 PLOT ANT) COUNTERPLOT. Act II. Juana. That villain, Don Fernando! Run, run to the garden. Hern. Signor Alcalde — Gasp. Fear nothing — follow me. [As they are all going, they are wet by Beatrice, who is jot 'lowed by Leon with Lorenza in his arms, Servants, §c. with lights. Beat. She's sate ; she's here, and her preserver with her. Gas J). My son ! Leon. Yes, sir ; you see a culprit before you. but here is my excuse — Look at those eyes, and blame me if you can. Hern. What ! this your son ? Leon, Yes, sir ; let me draw you from an error, into which I, this morning, unwillingly contributed to lead you : my real name is Leon, and here, sir, is the key of your garden, which, most fortunately you entrusted to my care. Fernando yielded me an easy conquest ; villains are seldom brave : some servants, now in pursuit of the ruffian and his crew, assisted me to rescue your daughter, and save you from dishonor. Hern. [Embraces him.] My valiant friend ! Leon. If this slight service inclines my father, and you, Signor, to look with favor on my pretensions — Hem. Why, my daughter has in fact, most right to — What say you my girl ? Loren. Say, sjr ? that this loudness would, yesterday, ■ ■ iikh 1 !' nu' the happiest of my pe*; but a letnr, which I r; i th\s morning, from Donna Clara — Fahio. \ Kneels. Pardon, pardon! It was I that wrote it, I am Donna C "iara. J. eon. [Seizing him, and drawing hi\~ sword.] Villain ! Fabio. Murder! ha! the window open — neck or no' here ,. •< - Act II. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. 41 Hern. Why, he has jumped into the river. Fed. Ha, ha, ha ! see how he dives! Lord, lord, what a ducking he will get ! Her?i. There, my children— Heaven bless you— [Joins their hands.] Enter ISIDORE [icith a portrait.] Hem. Hark ye, Isidore, do you mean to keep the whole of the two hundred ducats? Isid. Why, considering--- Hem. Say no more---! see you will keep them , but then I must have the v. hole profit of the portrait. Isid. It is already painted; here it is— Don Fernando gave it me. Hern. 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