Brav. What means this rudeness, Sir
?- restore the Picture. Ant. Ha! Rudeness committed to the fair
Angelica!- Restore the Picture, Sir. Will. Indeed I will not, Sir.
Ant. By Heav'n but you shall. Will. Nay, do not shew your Sword; if
you do, by this dear Beauty- I will shew mine too. Ant. What right can
you pretend to't? Will. That of Possession which I will maintain- you
perhaps have 1000 Crowns to give for the Original. Ant. No matter,
Sir, you shall restore the Picture.. Ang. Oh, Moretta! what's the
matter? [Ang. and Moret. above. Ant. Or leave your Life behind. Will.
Death! you lye- I will do neither. Ang. Hold, I command you, if for me
you fight. [They fight, the Spaniards join with Antonio, Blunt laying
on like mad. They leave off and bow. Will. How heavenly fair she is!-
ah Plague of her Price. Ang. You Sir in Buff, you that appear a
Soldier, that first began this Insolence. Will. 'Tis true, I did so,
if you call it Insolence for a Man to preserve himself; I saw your
charming Picture, and was wounded: quite thro my Soul each pointed
Beauty ran; and wanting a Thousand Crowns to procure my Remedy, I laid
this little Picture to my Bosom- which if you cannot allow me, I'll
resign. Ang. No, you may keep the Trifle. Ant. You shall first ask my
leave, and this. [Fight again as before.
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