Pedro. Florinda scorn'd! and all my Hopes defeated of the
Possession of Angelica! [A noise of a Lute above. Ant. gazes up.] Her
Injuries by Heaven he shall not boast of. [Song to a Lute above. SONG.
When Damon first began to love, He languisht in a soft Desire, And
knew not how the Gods to move, To lessen or increase his Fire, For
Caelia in her charming Eyes Wore all Love's Sweet, and all his
Cruelties. II. But as beneath a Shade he lay, Weaving of Flow'rs for
Caelia's Hair, She chanc'd to lead her Flock that way, And saw the
am'rous Shepherd there. She gaz'd around upon the Place, And saw the
Grove (resembling Night) To all the Joys of Love invite, Whilst guilty
Smiles and Blushes drest her Face. At this the bashful Youth all
Transport grew, And with kind Force he taught the Virgin how To yield
what all his Sighs cou'd never do. Ant. By Heav'n she's charming fair!
[Angelica throws open the Curtains, and bows to Antonio, who pulls off
his Vizard, and bows and blows up Kisses. Pedro unseen looks in his
Face. Pedro. 'Tis he, the false Antonio! Ant. Friend, where must I pay
my offering of Love? [To the Bravo. My Thousand Crowns I mean. Pedro.
That Offering I have design'd to make, And yours will come too late.
Ant. Prithee be gone, I shall grow angry else, And then thou art not
safe.
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