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SCENE IV. Changes to the Street. Enter Belvile in Rage, Fred. holding
him, and Willmore melancholy. Will. Why, how the Devil shou'd I know
Florinda? Belv. Ah plague of your ignorance! if it had not been
Florinda, must you be a Beast ?- a Brute, a senseles Swine? Will.
Well, Sir, you see I am endu'd with Patience- I can bear- tho egad
y're very free with me methinks,- I was in good hopes the Quarrel
wou'd have been on my side, for so uncivilly interrupting me. Belv.
Peace, Brute, whilst thou'rt safe- oh, I'm distracted. Will. Nay, nay,
I'm an unlucky Dog, that's certain. Belv. Ah curse upon the Star that
rul'd my Birth! or whatsoever other Influence that makes me still so
wretched. Will. Thou break'st my Heart with these Complaints; there is
no Star in fault, no Influence but Sack, the cursed Sack I drank.
Fred. Why, how the Devil came you so drunk? Will. Why, how the Devil
came you so sober? Belv. A curse upon his thin Skull, he was always
before-hand that way. Fred. Prithee, dear Colonel, forgive him, he's
sorry for his fault. Belv. He's always so after he has done a
mischief- a plague on all such Brutes. Will. By this Light I took her
for an errant Harlot. Belv. Damn your debaucht Opinion: tell me, Sot,
hadst thou so much sense and light about thee to distinguish her to be
a Woman, and could'st not see something about her Face and Person, to
strike an awful Reverence into thy Soul? Will.
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