Volume I Part 68 (2/2)
_Cleonte_, In love with _Silvio_, } _Clarinda_, Sister unknown to _Alonzo_, in love with _Marcel_.
_Dormida_, Her Governess.
_Francisca_, Woman to _Cleonte_.
_Olinda_, } Two Maids to _Euphemia_.
_Dorice_, }
Swains, Four Shepherds, Four Nymphs, Dutch Men and Dutch Women.
The Scene, _Madrid_.
THE _DUTCH_ LOVER.
ACT I.
SCENE I. _A Street._
Enter _Alonzo_ and _Lovis_ in travelling Habits, attended by _Pedro_ and _Gload_.
_Lo._ Dear _Alonzo_! I shall love a Church the better this Month for giving me a sight of thee, whom I so little expected in this part of the World, and less in so sanctifi'd a Place. What Affair could be powerful enough to draw thee from the kind obliging Ladies of _Brabant_?
_Alon._ First the sudden Orders of my Prince _Don John_, and next a fair Lady.
_Lo._ A Lady! Can any of this Country relish with a Man that has been us'd to the Freedom of those of _Bruxels_, from whence I suppose you are now arriv'd?
_Alon._ This morning I landed, from such a Storm, as set us all to making Vows of Conversion, (upon good Conditions) and that indeed brought me to Church.
_Lo._ In that very Storm I landed too, but with less Sense of Danger than you, being diverted with a pleasant Fellow that came along with me, and who is design'd to marry a Sister of mine against my Will-- And now I think of him, _Gload_, where hast thou left this Master of thine?
_Glo._ At the Inn, Sir, in as lamentable a Pickle, as if he were still in the Storm; recruiting his emptyed Stomach with Brandy, and railing against all Women-kind for your Sister's sake, who has made him undertake this Voyage.
_Lo._ Well, I'll come to him, go home before. [Ex. _Gload_.
_Alon._ Prithee what thing is this?
_Lo._ Why, 'tis the Cas.h.i.+er to this Squire I spoke of, a Man of Business, and as wise as his Master, but the graver c.o.xcomb of the two.
But this Lady, _Alonzo_, who is this Lady thou speak'st of? shall not I know her? We were wont to divide the Spoils of Beauty, as well as those of War between us.
_Alon._ O but this is no such Prize, thou wouldst hardly share this with the Danger, there's Matrimony in the Case.
_Lo._ Nay, then keep her to thy self, only let me know who 'tis that can debauch thee to that scandalous way of Life; is she fair? will she recompense the Folly?
_Alon._ Faith, I know not, I never saw her yet, but 'tis the Sister of _Marcel_, whom we both knew last Summer in _Flanders_, and where he and I contracted such a Friends.h.i.+p, that without other Consideration he promis'd me _Hippolyta_, for that's his Sister's Name.
_Lo._ But wo't thou really marry her?
_Alon._ I consider my Advantage in being allied to so considerable a Man as _Ambrosio_, her Father; I being now so unhappy as not to know my Birth or Parents.
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