Volume I Part 25 (2/2)

Enter _Florinda_ from the farther end of the Scene, looking behind her.

_Flor._ I am follow'd still-- hah-- my Brother too advancing this way, good Heavens defend me from being seen by him.

[She goes off.

Enter _Willmore_, and after him _Valeria_, at a little distance.

_Will._ Ah! There she sails, she looks back as she were willing to be boarded, I'll warrant her Prize.

[He goes out, _Valeria_ following.

Enter _h.e.l.lena_, just as he goes out, with a Page.

_h.e.l.l._ Hah, is not that my Captain that has a Woman in chase?-- 'tis not _Angelica._ Boy, follow those People at a distance, and bring me an Account where they go in.-- I'll find his Haunts, and plague him every where.-- ha-- my Brother!

[Exit Page.

[_Bel._ _Wil._ _Ped._ cross the Stage: _h.e.l.l._ runs off.

_Scene changes to another Street. Enter _Florinda_._

_Flor._ What shall I do, my Brother now pursues me.

Will no kind Power protect me from his Tyranny?

--Hah, here's a Door open, I'll venture in, since nothing can be worse than to fall into his Hands, my Life and Honour are at stake, and my Necessity has no choice.

[She goes in.

Enter _Valeria_, and _h.e.l.lena's_ Page peeping after _Florinda_.

_Pag._ Here she went in, I shall remember this House. [Exit Boy.

_Val._ This is _Belvile's_ Lodgings; she's gone in as readily as if she knew it-- hah-- here's that mad Fellow again, I dare not venture in-- I'll watch my Opportunity.

[Goes aside.

Enter _Willmore_, gazing about him.

_Will._ I have lost her hereabouts-- Pox on't she must not scape me so.

[Goes out.

_Scene changes to _Blunt's_ Chamber, discovers him sitting on a Couch in his s.h.i.+rt and Drawers, reading._

_Blunt._ So, now my Mind's a little at Peace, since I have resolv'd Revenge-- A Pox on this Taylor tho, for not bringing home the Clothes I bespoke; and a Pox of all poor Cavaliers, a Man can never keep a spare Suit for 'em; and I shall have these Rogues come in and find me naked; and then I'm undone; but I'm resolv'd to arm my self-- the Rascals shall not insult over me too much. [Puts on an old rusty Sword and Buff-Belt.]

--Now, how like a Morrice-Dancer I am equipt-- a fine Lady-like Wh.o.r.e to cheat me thus, without affording me a Kindness for my Money, a Pox light on her, I shall never be reconciled to the s.e.x more, she has made me as faithless as a Physician, as uncharitable as a Churchman, and as ill-natur'd as a Poet. O how I'll use all Women-kind hereafter! what wou'd I give to have one of 'em within my reach now! any Mortal thing in Petticoats, kind Fortune, send me; and I'll forgive thy last Night's Malice-- Here's a cursed Book too, (a Warning to all young Travellers) that can instruct me how to prevent such Mischiefs now 'tis too late.

Well 'tis a rare convenient thing to read a little now and then, as well as hawk and hunt.

[Sits down again and reads.

Enter to him _Florinda_.

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