s enough, Friend.

_Alon._ Stand by and expect the best-- [Goes to _Ambrosio_.
Sir, I have an humble Suit to you.

_Amb._ I shall be infinitely pleas'd you could ask me any thing in my
Power; but, Sir, this Daughter I had dispos'd of, before I knew you
would have mist of _Hippolyta_.

_Alon._ Luckier than I expected. [Aside.
Sir, that was an Honour I could not merit, and am contented with my
Fate: But my Request is, that you would receive into your Family a
Sister of mine, whom I would bestow on Don _Marcel_.

_Mar._ Hah, what mean you, Sir? a Sister of yours?

_Alon._ Yes, she will not be unwelcome-- This is she.

_Amb._ This is the Daughter to _Octavia_-- Her Mother was a Lady whom
once I did adore, and 'twas her fault she was not more happy with me,
than with Don _Manuel_. Nor have I so wholly forgot that Flame, but I
might be inclin'd to your Proposal: But, Sir, she wants a Fortune.

_Alon._ That I'll supply.

_Mar._ You supply, Sir? On what kind Score, I pray?

_Alon._ That which you'll suffer without being jealous, When you shall
know she is indeed my Sister.

_Clar._ How! this brave Man my Brother?

_Alon._ So they tell me, and that my Name is _Manuel_. Had you not such
a Brother?

_Dor._ Oh ye Gods, is this the little _Manuel_?

_Ped._ Yes, _Dormida_, and for a farther Proof see this.
[Opens his Master's Bosom and shews a Crucifix.

_Dor._ This I remember well, it is Don _Manuel_:
Pray let me look upon you: Just like my Lord-- Now
may the Soul of Don _Alonzo_ rest in Peace,
For making so hopeful a Man of you.

_Alon._ Amen. But, Sir, if you approve of my Sister,
I'll make her as worthy of _Marcel_, as _Flavia_.

_Amb._ I've lost the Hopes of her-- She's not to be reconcil'd.
[Aside.
_Clarinda_ needs no more than to belong to you,
To make her valuable-- and I consent with Joy.
[Gives her to _Marcel._

_Mar._ And I with Joys unutterable take her.

_Alon._ _Pedro_, there rests no more than that you wait on my Mother,
and let her know all that has happen'd to my self and Sister, and that
I'll pay my Duty to her e'er I sleep.

_Dor._ The very Joy to find her Son again, will get my Pardon too: and
then perhaps _Pedro_ and I may renew our old Amours.

_Alon._ Sir, I have another Request to make.

_Amb._ You must command, Sir.

_Alon._ That is, that you will permit this fair Company to honour me
this Evening at my Father-in-law's, Don _Carlo_.

_Amb._ Ho