rid, that the cavalier who was thought to have been kill'd, is perfectly recover'd of his wounds. Sir Cha. This is happy indeed!—for methinks, my Fidelia, I would not have the ftain of blood fully my character, nor a melancholy thought amidft the joys of love. Lor. Sir Charles, you must grant me the favour of folemnizing your marriage at my houfe, with these that are to be coupled also. D. Phil. Shall I then, Madam, have the happinefs of a reconciliation at last? Leo. Aye, Don Philip-for as this affair has been carry'd on by quarrels, I think it may naturally end in marriage. Fide. Now there is nothing wanting, to complete our bleffing, but a reconciliation with my father. Lor. That, Madam, I hope is in my power to gain you; for know, that the lord Alonzo is now in my house. Fide. What! in Valencia, my lord, Lor. Yes, Madam-but here he comes!-retire at a distance, and you fhall fee me break this affair to him.— [The company retire to the back-part of the stage, Enter Alonzo, Lor. So, my lord! I have feen Sir Charles Winlove, according to my promife. Alon. Well, and what does he say? How does he behave himself? Lor. As I expected, my lord. Alon Akn. As you expected! Humph! that is, I fuppose, you have told him the news of the cavalier's recovery; and now he very peremptorily bids defance, and intends to march off with my daughter. Lor. Still you won't comprehend me. Alon. Lord, I tell you, I do comprehend you! Don't I know that he is a very bloody-minded fellow? Has he not ftole away my daughter, and for aught I know riffled her of all?—and this I can't comprehend, forsooth! Lor. You won't hear me→→ Alon. Nay, I tell you, I do hear you-but I'l not be fo impos'd upon I am refolv’d-A pen and ink there! Since the law won't do me justice, I'll write the dog a challenge, and you fhall be the bearer. Lor. A very pretty office for a magistrate indeed! but fuppofe he fhou'd fubmit to your own terms? Alon. Why let him-My terms are sword and pistol, tell him so!—Odd, tho' I am an old fellow, I can fill take a breathing upon occafion. Lor. Nay, fince I can't fatisfy you myself, I have another card to play.-Come forward there. [The company approach, Sir Charles Winlove and Fidelia kneel] Now will you be brought to reafon? Alon. Ha! what's the meaning of this? Fide. My lord! confider I am your daughter, and forgive my weakness. A. Humph! Sir Cha. My lord, we only want your bleffing to complete our happiness! Alon. Alon. My bleffing !-Why, I was talking of cutsting your throat, you dog:—and now instead of tilting, you ask me for my bleffing. Lor. Sir Charles has had an honourable affection for your daughter; and he only wants your confent to make her his wife. Alon. Make her his wife, fay you!-Is he in earneft? Sir Cha. My lord, I am. Alon. Nay then, take her with all my heartRife, daughter, I forgive you, and heaven blefs you both. Lor. Now, 'tis as it fhou'd be. Alon. Aye, and fo it is-Since he makes her his wife, I am very well fatisfied!-Bufs my daughter, and you too, Sir Charles-and now we are all friends again. But I did intend to fend you a challenge, faith-however, instead of pushing at me in a duel, turn your weapon upon my daughter, and make me a grand-father-d'ye hear? Lor. Why, that's well faid! But won't you take notice of the reft of the company ? Alon. Aye, with all my heart- -Who are they? Lor. This is my daughter, and this my fon-inlaw that is to be. Alon. Is this your daughter?-Faith, fhe's very pretty!--Madam, by your leave [Salutes her].Well, fince we are all reconcil'd, old friend, let's have an entertainment suitable on this occafion. [A dance, after which they come forward.] Sir Cha. [To the governor.] My lord, I thank you for the favours that I here receive.-And now my Fidelia, I begin to be fatisfy'd, that true happi nefs |