Enter _Florinda_, running masqu"d, _Pedro_ after her, _Will._ gazing round her.
_Flor._ Good Heaven, defend me from discovery. [Aside.
_Pedro._ "Tis but in vain to fly me, you are fallen to my Lot.
_Belv._ Sure she is undiscover"d yet, but now I fear there is no way to bring her off.
_Will._ Why, what a Pox is not this my Woman, the same I follow"d but now?
[_Ped._ talking to _Florinda_, who walks up and down.
_Ped._ As if I did not know ye, and your Business here.
_Flor._ Good Heaven! I fear he does indeed-- [Aside.
_Ped._ Come, pray be kind, I know you meant to be so when you enter"d here, for these are proper Gentlemen.
_Will._ But, Sir-- perhaps the Lady will not be impos"d upon, she"ll chuse her Man.
_Ped._ I am better bred, than not to leave her Choice free.
Enter _Valeria_, and is surprized at the Sight of Don _Pedro_.
_Val._ Don _Pedro_ here! there"s no avoiding him. [Aside.
_Flor._ _Valeria_! then I"m undone-- [Aside.
_Val._ Oh! have I found you, Sir-- [To _Pedro_, running to him.] --The strangest Accident-- if I had breath-- to tell it.
_Ped._ Speak-- is _Florinda_ safe? _h.e.l.lena_ well?
_Val._ Ay, ay, Sir-- _Florinda_-- is safe-- from any fears of you.
_Ped._ Why, where"s _Florinda_?-- speak.
_Val._ Ay, where indeed, Sir? I wish I could inform you,-- But to hold you no longer in doubt--
_Flor._ Oh, what will she say! [Aside.
_Val._ She"s fled away in the Habit of one of her Pages, Sir-- but _Callis_ thinks you may retrieve her yet, if you make haste away; she"ll tell you, Sir, the rest-- if you can find her out.
[Aside.
_Ped._ Dishonourable Girl, she has undone my Aim-- Sir-- you see my necessity of leaving you, and I hope you"ll pardon it: my Sister, I know, will make her flight to you; and if she do, I shall expect she should be render"d back.
_Belv._ I shall consult my Love and Honour, Sir. [Ex. _Ped._
_Flor._ My dear Preserver, let me imbrace thee. [To _Val._
_Will._ What the Devil"s all this?
_Blunt._ Mystery by this Light.
_Val._ Come, come, make haste and get your selves married quickly, for your Brother will return again.
_Belv._ I am so surpriz"d with Fears and Joys, so amaz"d to find you here in safety, I can scarce persuade my Heart into a Faith of what I see--
_Will._ Harkye, Colonel, is this that Mistress who has cost you so many Sighs, and me so many Quarrels with you?
_Belv._ It is-- Pray give him the Honour of your Hand. [To _Flor._
_Will._ Thus it must be receiv"d then. [Kneels and kisses her Hand.] And with it give your Pardon too.
_Flor._ The Friend to _Belvile_ may command me anything.
_Will._ Death, wou"d I might, "tis a surprizing Beauty. [Aside.
_Belv._ Boy, run and fetch a Father instantly. [Ex. _Boy_.
_Fred._ So, now do I stand like a Dog, and have not a Syllable to plead my own Cause with: by this Hand, Madam, I was never thorowly confounded before, nor shall I ever more dare look up with Confidence, till you are pleased to pardon me.
_Flor._ Sir, I"ll be reconcil"d to you on one Condition, that you"ll follow the Example of your Friend, in marrying a Maid that does not hate you, and whose Fortune (I believe) will not be unwelcome to you.
_Fred._ Madam, had I no Inclinations that way, I shou"d obey your kind Commands.
_Belv._ Who, _Fred._ marry; he has so few Inclinations for Womankind, that had he been possest of Paradise, he might have continu"d there to this Day, if no Crime but Love cou"d have disinherited him.
_Fred._ Oh, I do not use to boast of my Intrigues.
_Belv._ Boast! why thou do"st nothing but boast; and I dare swear, wer"t thou as innocent from the Sin of the Grape, as thou art from the Apple, thou might"st yet claim that right in _Eden_ which our first Parents lost by too much loving.
_Fred._ I wish this Lady would think me so modest a Man.
_Val._ She shou"d be sorry then, and not like you half so well, and I shou"d be loth to break my Word with you; which was, That if your Friend and mine are agreed, it shou"d be a Match between you and I.
[She gives him her Hand.
_Fred._ Bear witness, Colonel, "tis a Bargain. [Kisses her Hand.
_Blunt._ I have a Pardon to beg too; but adsheartlikins I am so out of Countenance, that I am a Dog if I can say any thing to purpose.
[To _Florinda_.
_Flor._ Sir, I heartily forgive you all.
_Blunt._ That"s n.o.bly said, sweet Lady-- _Belvile_, prithee present her her Ring again, for I find I have not Courage to approach her my self.
[Gives him the Ring, he gives it to _Florinda_.
Enter _Boy_.
_Boy._ Sir, I have brought the Father that you sent for.