Volume I Part 19 (1/2)

_Belv._ 'Sdeath I have no patience-- draw, or I'll kill you.

_Will._ Let that alone till to morrow, and if I set not all right again, use your Pleasure.

_Belv._ To morrow, d.a.m.n it.

The spiteful Light will lead me to no happiness.

To morrow is _Antonio's_, and perhaps Guides him to my undoing;-- oh that I could meet This Rival, this powerful Fortunate.

_Will._ What then?

_Belv._ Let thy own Reason, or my Rage instruct thee.

_Will._ I shall be finely inform'd then, no doubt; hear me, Colonel-- hear me-- shew me the Man and I'll do his Business.

_Belv._ I know him no more than thou, or if I did, I should not need thy aid.

_Will._ This you say is _Angelica's_ House, I promis'd the kind Baggage to lie with her to Night.

[Offers to go in.

Enter _Antonio_ and his Page. _Ant._ knocks on the Hilt of his Sword.

_Ant._ You paid the thousand Crowns I directed?

_Page._ To the Lady's old Woman, Sir, I did.

_Will._ Who the Devil have we here?

_Belv._ I'll now plant my self under _Florinda's_ Window, and if I find no comfort there, I'll die.

[Ex. _Belv._ and _Fred._

Enter _Moretta_.

_Moret._ Page!

_Page._ Here's my Lord.

_Will._ How is this, a Piccaroon going to board my Frigate! here's one Chase-Gun for you.

[Drawing his Sword, justles _Ant._ who turns and draws. They fight, _Ant._ falls.

_Moret._ Oh, bless us, we are all undone!

[Runs in, and shuts the Door.

_Page._ Help, Murder! [_Belvile_ returns at the noise of fighting.

_Belv._ Ha, the mad Rogue's engag'd in some unlucky Adventure again.

Enter two or three Masqueraders.

_Masq._ Ha, a Man kill'd!