_Enter Don ~Guzman~, ~Leonora~, ~Isabella~, ~Jacinta~ and ~Lopez~, with Lights._ Don _Ped._ Ha! what is't I see? _Guzman_ alive? Then who art thou? [_Looking on Don ~John~._ Don _Guz._ _Guzman_ alive! Yes, _Pedro_, _Guzman_ is alive. Don _Ped._ Then Heaven is just, and there's a Traitor dead. _Isabella weeps._] Alas, Don _John_! _Lop._ [_Looking upon Don ~John~._] _Bonus Nocius._ Don _Guz._ What has produced this bloody Scene? Don _Ped._ 'Tis I have been the Actor in't;----my Poignard, _Guzman_, I intended in your Heart.----I thought your Crime deserv'd it: but I did you wrong, and my Hand in searching the Innocent, has by Heaven's justice been directed to the Guilty. Don _John_, with his last Breath, confess'd himself the Offender.--Thus my Revenge is satisfied, and you are clear'd. Don _Guz._ Good Heaven, how equitable are thy Judgments! Don _Ped._ [_To ~Leo~._] Come, Madam, my Honour now is satisfied, and if you please my Love may be so too. _Leo._ If it is not, _You to yourself alone shall owe your Smart, For where I've given my Hand, I'll give my Heart._ [Illustration] EPILOGUE, Spoken by Mrs. _Oldfield_. _What say you, Sirs, d'ye think my Lady'll 'scape? 'Tis dev'lish hard to stand a Fav'rite's Rape. Shou'd ~Guzman~, like Don ~John~, break in upon her, For all her Virtue, Heaven have Mercy on her: Her Strength, I doubt, 's in his Irresolution, There's wond'rous Charms in vig'rous Execution. Indeed you Men are Fools, you won't believe What dreadful Things we Women can forgive: I know but one we never do pass by, And that you plague us with eternally; When in your courtly Fears to disoblige, You won't attack the Town which you beseige: Your Guns are light, and planted out of Reach: D'ye think with Billet-doux to make a Breach? 'Tis Small-Shot all, and not a Stone will fly: Walls fall by Cannon, and by firing nigh: In sluggish dull Blockades you keep the Field, And starve us ere we can with Honour yield. In short---- We can't receive those Terms you gently tender, But storm, and we can answer our Surrender._ =END of the FIRST VOLUME= +PLAYS+ printed for =T. Lowndes=, at 6d. each. A Bramule, by Dr. Trapp Adventures of Half an Hour Albion and Albanius, by Dryden Alchymist, by Ben Johnson Alcibiades, by Otway All for Love, by Dryden Ambitious Step-mother, by Rowe Amboyna, by Dryden Amphitryon, by Dryden Anatomist, by Ravenscroft Anna Bullen, by Bankes As You Like It, by Shakespeare Artful Husband, by Taverner Athaliah, by Mr. Duncomb Aurengzebe, by Dryden