_Flor._ She"ll be disappointed then, who expects you this Night at the Garden-gate, and if you"ll fail not-- as let me see the other Hand-- you will go near to do-- she vows to die or make you happy.

[Looks on Callis, who observes "em.

_Belv._ What canst thou mean?

_Flor._ That which I say-- Farewel. [Offers to go.

_Belv._ Oh charming Sybil, stay, complete that Joy, which, as it is, will turn into Distraction!-- Where must I be? at the Garden-gate? I know it-- at night you say-- I"ll sooner forfeit Heaven than disobey.



Enter _Don Pedro_ and other Masquers, and pa.s.s over the Stage.

_Call._ Madam, your Brother"s here.

_Flor._ Take this to instruct you farther.

[Gives him a Letter, and goes off.

_Fred._ Have a care, Sir, what you promise; this may be a Trap laid by her Brother to ruin you.

_Belv._ Do not disturb my Happiness with Doubts. [Opens the Letter.

_Will._ My dear pretty Creature, a Thousand Blessings on thee; still in this Habit, you say, and after Dinner at this Place.

_h.e.l.l._ Yes, if you will swear to keep your Heart, and not bestow it between this time and that.

_Will._ By all the little G.o.ds of Love I swear, I"ll leave it with you; and if you run away with it, those Deities of Justice will revenge me.

[Ex. all the Women except Lucetta.

_Fred._ Do you know the Hand?

_Belv._ "Tis _Florinda"s_. All Blessings fall upon the virtuous Maid.

_Fred._ Nay, no Idolatry, a sober Sacrifice I"ll allow you.

_Belv._ Oh Friends! the welcom"st News, the softest Letter!-- nay, you shall see it; and could you now be serious, I might be made the happiest Man the Sun shines on.

_Will._ The Reason of this mighty Joy.

_Belv._ See how kindly she invites me to deliver her from the threaten"d Violence of her Brother-- will you not a.s.sist me?

_Will._ I know not what thou mean"st, but I"ll make one at any Mischief where a Woman"s concerned-- but she"ll be grateful to us for the Favour, will she not?

_Belv._ How mean you?

_Will._ How should I mean? Thou know"st there"s but one way for a Woman to oblige me.

_Belv._ Don"t prophane-- the Maid is nicely virtuous.

_Will._ Who pox, then she"s fit for nothing but a Husband; let her e"en go, Colonel.

_Fred._ Peace, she"s the Colonel"s Mistress, Sir.

_Will._ Let her be the Devil; if she be thy Mistress, I"ll serve her-- name the way.

_Belv._ Read here this Postscript. [Gives him a Letter.

_Will._ [Reads.] _At Ten at night-- at the Garden-Gate-- of which, if I cannot get the Key, I will contrive a way over the Wall-- come attended with a Friend or two._-- Kind heart, if we three cannot weave a String to let her down a Garden-Wall,"twere pity but the Hangman wove one for us all.

_Fred._ Let her alone for that: your Woman"s Wit, your fair kind Woman, will out-trick a Brother or a Jew, and contrive like a Jesuit in Chains-- but see, _Ned Blunt_ is stoln out after the Lure of a Damsel.

[Ex. _Blunt_ and _Lucet._

_Belv._ So he"ll scarce find his way home again, unless we get him cry"d by the Bell-man in the Market-place, and "twou"d sound prettily-- a lost _English_ Boy of Thirty.

_Fred._ I hope "tis some common crafty Sinner, one that will fit him; it may be she"ll sell him for _Peru_, the Rogue"s st.u.r.dy and would work well in a Mine; at least I hope she"ll dress him for our Mirth; cheat him of all, then have him well-favour"dly bang"d, and turn"d out naked at Midnight.

_Will._ Prithee what Humour is he of, that you wish him so well?

_Belv._ Why, of an _English_ Elder Brother"s Humour, educated in a Nursery, with a Maid to tend him till Fifteen, and lies with his Grand-mother till he"s of Age; one that knows no Pleasure beyond riding to the next Fair, or going up to _London_ with his right Worshipful Father in Parliament-time; wearing gay Clothes, or making honourable Love to his Lady Mother"s Landry-Maid; gets drunk at a Hunting-Match, and ten to one then gives some Proofs of his Prowess-- A pox upon him, he"s our Banker, and has all our Cash about him, and if he fail we are all broke.

_Fred._ Oh let him alone for that matter, he"s of a d.a.m.n"d stingy Quality, that will secure our Stock. I know not in what Danger it were indeed, if the Jilt should pretend she"s in love with him, for "tis a kind believing c.o.xcomb; otherwise if he part with more than a Piece of Eight-- geld him: for which offer he may chance to be beaten, if she be a Wh.o.r.e of the first Rank.

_Belv._ Nay the Rogue will not be easily beaten, he"s stout enough; perhaps if they talk beyond his Capacity, he may chance to exercise his Courage upon some of them; else I"m sure they"ll find it as difficult to beat as to please him.

_Will._ "Tis a lucky Devil to light upon so kind a Wench!

_Fred._ Thou hadst a great deal of talk with thy little Gipsy, coud"st thou do no good upon her? for mine was hard-hearted.

_Will._ Hang her, she was some d.a.m.n"d honest Person of Quality, I"m sure, she was so very free and witty. If her Face be but answerable to her Wit and Humour, I would be bound to Constancy this Month to gain her. In the mean time, have you made no kind Acquaintance since you came to Town?-- You do not use to be honest so long, Gentlemen.

_Fred._ Faith Love has kept us honest, we have been all fir"d with a Beauty newly come to Town, the famous _Paduana_ _Angelica Bianca_.

_Will._ What, the Mistress of the dead _Spanish_ General?

_Belv._ Yes, she"s now the only ador"d Beauty of all the Youth in _Naples_, who put on all their Charms to appear lovely in her sight, their Coaches, Liveries, and themselves, all gay, as on a Monarch"s Birth-Day, to attract the Eyes of this fair Charmer, while she has the Pleasure to behold all languish for her that see her.

_Fred._ "Tis pretty to see with how much Love the Men regard her, and how much Envy the Women.

_Will._ What Gallant has she?

_Belv._ None, she"s exposed to Sale, and four Days in the Week she"s yours-- for so much a Month.

_Will._ The very Thought of it quenches all manner of Fire in me-- yet prithee let"s see her.

_Belv._ Let"s first to Dinner, and after that we"ll pa.s.s the Day as you please-- but at Night ye must all be at my Devotion.

_Will._ I will not fail you. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

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