Enter LEON, JUAN, ALONZO, and SANCHIO.

Leon. Did you call, my wife; or you, my lord? Was it your grace that wanted me?-No answer! How do you, my good lord? What, out of bed! Methinks you look but poorly on this matter. Has my wife wounded you? You were well before. Duke. More hurt than ever; spare your reproach; I feel too much already.

Leon. Isee it sir-And now your grace shall know, I can as readily pardon as revenge. Be comforted; all is forgotten. Duke. I thank you, sir.

Leon. Wife, you are a right one;

And now, with unknown nations I dare trust ye. Juan. No more feign'd fights, my lord, they never prosper.

Enter LORENZO.

Lor. Please you, sir,

We cannot keep this grofs fat man in order:
He swears he'll have admittance to my lady,
And reels about and clamours most outrageously.
Leon. Let him come up-Wife, here's another
We forgot; h'as been sighing in the cellar, [suitor
Making my casks his mistresses.

Will your grace permit us to produce a rival?

Duke. No more on that theme, I request, Don Leon. Leon. Here comes the porpus; he's devilish drunk. Let me stand by.

Enter CACAFOGO drunk.

Caca. Where is my bona roba? Oh, you're all here. Why, I don't fear snap-dragons-Impotential, powerfully potion'd-I can drink with Hector, and beat him too. Then what care I for captains; I'm full of Greek wine; the true, ancient courage.Sweet Mrs. Margaritta, let me kifs thee-Your kisses shall pay me for his kicking.

Leon. What would you?

Caca. Sir!

Leon. Lead off the wretch.

Duke. Most filthy figure, truly.

Caca. Filthy! Oh, you're a prince; yet I can buy all of you, your wives and all. [Half-pay;

Juan. Sleep, and be silent.

Caca. Speak you to your creditors, good Captain I'll not take thy pawn in.

Leon. Which of the butts is thy mistrefs?

Caca. Butt in thy belly.

[so monstrous.

Leon. There are two in thine, I'm sure, it is grown Caca. Butt in thy face.

Leon. Go, carry him to sleep;

When he is sober, let him out to rail,

[Exit Caca.

Or hang himself; there will be no lofs of him.

Enter PEREZ and ESTIFANIA.

Leon. Who's this; my Mahound cousin?

[too,

Per. Good sir, 'tis very good: would I'd a house

For there's no talking in the open air.

You have a pretty seat, you have the luck on't,
A pretty lady too, I have mifs'd both;

My carpenter built in a mist, I thank him.
Do me the courtesy to let me see it,

See it once more. But I shall cry for anger.
I'll hire a chandler's shop close under ye,
And for my foolery, sell soap and whip-cord.
Nay, if you do not laugh now, and laugh heartily,
You are a fool, coz.

Leon. I must laugh a little;

And now I've done. Coz, thou shalt live with me, My merry coz, the world shall not divorce us : Thou art a valiant man, and thou shalt never want. Will this content thee?

Per. I'll cry, and then be thankful, Indeed I will, and I'll be honest to ye; I'd live a swallow here, I must confefs. Wife, I forgive thee all if thou be honest, And at thy peril, I believe thee excellent.

Estif. If I prove otherwise, let me beg first. Mar. Hold, this is yours, some recompence for ser

Use it to nobler ends than he that gave it.

[vice, Duke. And this is yours, your true commifsion, sir.

Now you're a captain.

Leon. You're a noble prince, sir;

And now a soldier.

Juan. Sir, I shall wait upon you through all for-
Alon. And I.

Alt. And I must needs attend my mistress.
Leon. Will you go, sister?

Alt. Yes, indeed, good brother:

[tunes.

I have two ties, mine own blood, and my mistress. Mar. Is she your sister?

Leon. Yes, indeed, good wife,

And my best sister, for she prov'd so, wench,
When she deceiv'd you with a loving husband.
Alt. I would not deal so truly for a stranger.
Mar. Well, I could chide ye, but it must be lov-
And like a sister.

[ingly,
I'll bring you on your way, and feast ye nobly,
For now I have an honest heart to love ye,
And then deliver you to the blue Neptune.

Juan. Your colours you must wear, and wear 'em proudly,

Wear 'em before the bullet, and in blood too.
And all the world shall know we're virtue's servants.
Duke. And all the world shall know, a noble mind
Makes women beautiful, and envy blind.

Leon. All you who mean to lead a happy life, First learn to rule, and then to have a wife.

EPILOGUE.

GOOD night, our worthy friends, and may you part
Each with as merry and as free a heart
As you came hither. To those noble eyes,
That deign to smile on our poor faculties,
And give a blessing to our labouring ends,
As we hope many to such fortune sends

Their own desires, wives as fair as light, as chaste:
To those that live by spite, wives made in haste.

THE

ROMAN FATHER.

A

TRAGEDY,

ALTERED FROM

WILLIAM WHITEHEAD.

LONDON:

PRINTED BY C. WHITTINGHAM,
Dean Street,

FOR JOHN SHARPE, OPPOSITE YORK HOUSE,

PICCADILLY.

1804.
C.H