PROLOGUE. WHEN first our poet set himself to write, Others you had, who oftner have appeared, Though now he claims in you a husband's right, DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. WILDBLOOD, BELLAMY, } Two young English gentlemen. MASKALL, their servant. Don ALONZO DE RIBERA, an old Spanish gentleman. Don LOPEZ DE GAMBOA, a young noble Spaniard. Don MELCHOR DE GUZMAN, a gentleman of a great family; but of a decayed fortune. Donna THEODOSIA, Donna JACINTHA, } Daughters to Don ALONZO. Donna AURELIA, their cousin. BEATRIX, woman and confident to the two Sisters. Servants to Don LOPEZ and Don ALONZO. SCENE-Madrid, in the Year 1665. The Time, the last Evening of the Carnival. AN EVENING'S LOVE; OR, THE MOCK ASTROLOGER. ACT I. SCENE I. Don LOPEZ, and a Servant walking over the stage. Enter another Servant, and follows him. Serv. Don Lopez. Lop. Any new business? Serv. My master had forgot this letter, Which he conjures you, as you are his friend, To give Aurelia from him. Lop. Tell Don Melchor, "Tis a hard task which he enjoins me: He knows I love her, and much more than he; For I love her alone, but he divides His passion betwixt two. Did he consider How great a pain 'tis to dissemble love, He would never practise it. Serv. He knows his fault, but cannot mend it. Lop. To make the poor Aurelia believe He's gone for Flanders, whilst he lies concealed, And every night makes visits to her cousinWhen will he leave this strange extravagance? Serv. When he can love one more, or t'other less. Lop. Before I loved myself, I promised him To serve him in his love; and I'll perform it, Howe'er repugnant to my own concernments. Serv. You are a noble cavalier. [Exit Servant. Enter BELLAMY, WILDBLOOD, and MASKALL. 2 Serv. Sir, your guests, of the English ambassador's retinue. Lop. Cavaliers, will you please to command my coach to take the air this evening? Bel. We have not yet resolved how to dispose of ourselves; but, however, we are highly acknowledging to you for your civility. Lop. You cannot more oblige me, than by laying your commands on me. Wild. We kiss your hand. [Exeunt LOPEZ and Serv: Bel. Give the Don his due, he entertained us nobly this carnival. Wild. Give the devil the Don, for any thing I liked in his entertainment. Bel. I hope we had variety enough. Wild. Ay, it looked like variety, till we came to taste it; there were twenty several dishes to the eye, but in the palate, nothing but spices. I had a mind to eat of a pheasant, and as soon as I got it into my mouth, I found I was chewing a limb of cinnamon; then I went to cut a piece of kid, and no sooner it had touched my lips, but it turned to red pepper: At last I began to think myself another kind of Midas, that every thing I touched should be turned to spice. Bel. And, for my part, I imagined his Catholic |