Orfa. Oh! I understand you, Sir. [Exeunt. [Philatell and Samorat fight. Phil. In pofture ftill! [Samorat receives a flight Wound. · Oh, y'are mortal than it feems. Sam. Thou haft undone thy felf, rash Man; For with this Blood thou haft let out a Spirit Will vex thee to thy Grave. [Fight again, Samorat takes away Philatell's Sword and takes Breath, then gives it him. Sam. I'm cool again, Here my Lord. And let this Present bind your Friendship. Phil. Yes thus. Sam. Treacherous and low. Enter Orfabrin. Orfa. I have dril'd my Gentleman, I have made as many Holes in him In fight of the Haven. How now? [Runs at him. [Samorat upon his Knee. S'foot yonder's another going that Way too. Now have I forgot of which Side I'm on. No matter. I'll help the weakeft; There's fome Justice in that. Phil. The Villain fure has flain my Brother. If I have any Friends above, Guide now my Hand unto his Heart. [Orfabin puts it by, runs at him, Samorat fteps in. Sam. Hold noble Youth, Destroy me not with Kindness: ; Men will fay he cou'd have kill'd me, I am within your call. [Puts up. Sam Sam. The Gods reward thee: Now Philatell thy worft. [They fight again and clofe, Samorat forces his Sword. Enter Orfabrin. Orfa. Hell and the Furies are broke loofe upon us, Shift for your felf, Sir [Fly into the Woods feveral Ways, purfu'd by Thieves in Devils Habits. Enter Torcular, weak with bleeding. Tor. It will not be, My Body is a Jade; I feel it tire and languish under me. Those Thoughts came to my Soul Like Screech-Owls to a fick Man's Window.. Enter Thieves back again. Thie. Here-here [They bind him, and Tor. Oh! I am fetcht away alive. Enter Orfabrin. Orfa. Now the good Gods preferve my Senfes right, For they were never in more Danger; I'th' Name of Doubt, what cou'd this be? Sure 'twas a Conjurer I dealt withal: And while I thought him bufie at his Prayers, 'Twas at his Circle, levying this Regiment. Here they are again. Enter Samorat. Sam. Friend-Stranger. -Noble Youth Sam. Shift, fhift the Place, The Wood is dangerous: As you love fafety, Follow me. Enter Philatell. Phil. They've left the Place, And yet I cannot find the Body any where May be he did not kill him then, But he recover'd Strength, [Exeunt. And And reach the Town It may be not too Oh that this Hour cou'd be call'd back again. But 'tis too late, And time must cure the Wound that's given by Fate--- Enter Samorat and Orfabrin. Orfa. I'th' Shape of Lions too fometimes, And Bears? Sam. Often, Sir. Orfa. Pray unriddle Sam. The wifer fort do think them Thieves, Which but affume thefe Forms to rob More powerfully. Orfa. Why does not then the State Set out fome Forces, and fupprefs them? Sam. It often has, Sir, but without Succefs. Sam. During the time thofe Levies are abroad, There have been That have attempted under Ground, But of those, as of the dead, There has been no Return. Orfa. Strange! Sam. The common People think them a Race Of honest and familiar Devils, For they do hurt to none, Unless refifted; They feldom take away, but with exchange; And to the poor they often give, Return the hurt and fick recover'd, Reward, or Punish as they do find caufe. Orfa. How cause?— [Exit. Sam. Why, Sir, they blind ftill those they take, And make them tell the Stories of their Lives; Which known, they do accordingly. Orfa. Orfa. You make me wonder, Sir, How long is't fince they thus have troubled you? The great deciding Day, Fought 'twixt the two pretending Families, Orfa. Ha! Orfabrin? Sam. But, Sir, that Story's fad, and tedious, A Place lefs fafe than were the Woods, Orfa. How, Sir? Sam. Yes. He was the Brother to the Prince's Mistress, If we do prize our felves at any rate, We must embark, and change the Clime, Orfa. Hum. Sam. The little stay we make Must be in fome dark Corner of the Town: From whence, the Day hurry'd to th' other World, A Storm at Sea threw me on Land, To Sea again. Sam. Still noble. ཡ་ Enter Naffurat and Pellegrin. Naf. Why? fuppofe 'tis to a Wench, You wou'd not go with me, wou'd you Pella. To chufe, -to chufe, Naf. Then there's no Remedy. [Exeunt. [Flings down his Hat, unbuttons himself, draws. Pel. What doft mean? - Naf. Why fince I cannot leave you alive, I will try to leave you dead. Pel. Pel. I thank you kindly, Sir, very kindly Now the Sedgly Curfe upon thee, And the great Fiend ride through thee Booted and fpur'd with a Scythe on his Neck; Pox on thee I'll see thee hang'd first; S'foot fhall make none of you your fine Points of Honour up at my Charge; Take Course if you your be fo hot. be doing, Be doing, Naf. I am got free of him at last: There was no other way; H'as been as troublefome as a Woman that Wou'd be lov'd whether a Man wou'd or not, And has watch'd me as if he had been [Exit. My Creditors Serjeant, if they shou'd have dispatch'd In the mean time there wou'd be fine Opinions of me. I muft cut his Throat In earnest if it fhou'd be fo. [Exit. Enter Peridor, Tamoren, with other Thieves, a Thie. A Prize, Per. Some Duel, Horn founds. a Prize, á Prize, Sir, was fought this Morning, this Weakned with Lofs of Blood, we took, the rest Escap'd. Tam. He's fitter for our Surgeon, than for us, Hereafter we'll examine him Thie. A Prize, -a Prize, a Prize [Again a fhout. [They fet down Ardelan and Piramont. Tam. Bring them, bring them, bring them in, See if they have mortal Sin, Pinch them as you dance about, Pinch them 'till the Truth come out Per. What art? Ard. Extreamly poor and miserable. No Body will take that away from thee, Fear not, Ard. |