Volume I Part 21 (2/2)

[Aside.

_Flor._ Oh stay, Sir, and recall your hasty Doom: Alas I have not yet prepar'd my Heart To entertain so strange a Guest.

_Pedro._ Away, this silly Modesty is a.s.sum'd too late.

_Belv._ Heaven, Madam! what do you do?

_Flor._ Do! despise the Man that lays a Tyrant's Claim To what he ought to conquer by Submission.

_Belv._ You do not know me-- move a little this way.

[Draws her aside.

_Flor._ Yes, you may even force me to the Altar, But not the holy Man that offers there Shall force me to be thine. [_Pedro_ talks to _Callis_ this while.

_Belv._ Oh do not lose so blest an opportunity!

See-- 'tis your _Belvile_-- not _Antonio_, Whom your mistaken Scorn and Anger ruins. [Pulls off his Vizard.

_Flor._ _Belvile!_ Where was my Soul it cou'd not meet thy Voice, And take this knowledge in?

[As they are talking, enter _Willmore_ finely drest, and _Frederick_.

_Will._ No Intelligence! no News of _Belvile_ yet-- well I am the most unlucky Rascal in Nature-- ha!-- am I deceiv'd-- or is it he-- look, _Fred_.-- 'tis he-- my dear _Belvile_.

[Runs and embraces him. _Belv._ Vizard falls out on's Hand.

_Belv._ h.e.l.l and Confusion seize thee!

_Pedro._ Ha! _Belvile!_ I beg your Pardon, Sir.

[Takes _Flor._ from him.

_Belv._ Nay, touch her not, she's mine by Conquest, Sir. I won her by my Sword.

_Will._ Did'st thou so-- and egad, Child, we'll keep her by the Sword.

[Draws on _ Pedro_, _Belv._ goes between.

_Belv._ Stand off.

Thou'rt so profanely leud, so curst by Heaven, All Quarrels thou espousest must be fatal.

_Will._ Nay, an you be so hot, my Valour's coy, And shall be courted when you want it next. [Puts up his Sword.

_Belv._ You know I ought to claim a Victor's Right, [To Pedro.

But you're the Brother to divine _Florinda_, To whom I'm such a Slave-- to purchase her, I durst not hurt the Man she holds so dear.

_Pedro._ 'Twas by _Antonio's_, not by _Belvile's_ Sword, This Question should have been decided, Sir: I must confess much to your Bravery's due, Both now, and when I met you last in Arms.

But I am nicely punctual in my word, As Men of Honour ought, and beg your Pardon.

--For this Mistake another Time shall clear.

--This was some Plot between you and Belvile: But I'll prevent you. [Aside to _Flor._ as they are going out.

[_Belv._ looks after her, and begins to walk up and down in a Rage.

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