The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 03Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 03
Dryden, John
English drama -- 17th century
_Mask._ [_Rising_.] So all's past, and I am safe: A pox on these
fighting masters of mine, to bring me into this danger, with their
valours and magnanimities. When I go a-serenading again with them, I'll
give them leave to make fiddle-strings of my small-guts.
_To him Don_ LOPEZ.
_Lop._ Who goes there?
_Mask._ 'Tis Don Lopez, by his voice.
_Lop._ The same; and, by yours, you should belong to my two English
guests. Did you hear no tumult hereabouts?
_Mask._ I heard a clashing of swords, and men a fighting.
_Lop._ I had my share in't; but how came you here?
_Mask._ I came hither by my master's order, to see if you were in any
danger.
_Lop._ But how could he imagine I was in any?
_Mask._ 'Tis all one for that, sir; he knew it, by----Heaven, what was I
a going to say! I had like to have discovered all!
_Lop._ I find there is some secret in't, and you dare not trust me.
_Mask._ If you will swear on your honour to be very secret, I will tell
you.
_Lop._ As I am a cavalier, and by my beard, I will.
_Mask._ Then, in few words, he knew it by astrology, or magic.
_Lop._ You amaze me! Is he conversant in the occult sciences?
_Mask._ Most profoundly.
_Lop._ I always thought him an extraordinary person; but I could never
imagine his head lay that way.
_Mask._ He shewed me yesterday, in a glass, a lady's maid at London,
whom I well knew; and with whom I used to converse on a pallet in a
drawing-room, while he was paying his devotions to her lady in the
bed-chamber.
_Lop._ Lord, what a treasure for a state were here! and how much might
we save by this man, in foreign intelligence!
_Mask._ And just now he shewed me, how you were assaulted in the dark by
foreigners.
_Lop._ Could you guess what countrymen?
_Mask._ I imagined them to be Italians.
_Lop._ Not unlikely; for they played most furiously at our backsides.
_Mask._ I will return to my master with the good news of your safety;
but once again be secret; or disclose it to none but friends.--So,
there's one woodcock more in the springe.----
[_Exit._
_Lop._ Yes, I will be very secret; for I will tell it only to one
person; but she is a woman. I will to Aurelia, and acquaint her with the
skill of this rare artist: She is curious, as all women are; and, 'tis
probable, will desire to look into the glass to see Don Melchor, whom
she believes absent; so that by this means, without breaking my oath to
him, he will be discovered to be in town. Then his intrigue with
Theodosia will come to light too, for which Aurelia will, I hope,
discard him, and receive me. I will about it instantly:
Success, in love, on diligence depends; No lazy lover e'er attained his
ends.
[_Exit._
ACT III. SCENE I.
_Enter_ BELLAMY _and_ MASKALL.
_Bel._ Then, they were certainly Don Lopez and Don Melchor, with whom we
fought.
_Mask._ Yes, sir.
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