Faith no, I consider'd
her as mere a Woman as I could wish. Belv. 'Sdeath I have no patience-
draw, or I'll kill you. Will. Let that alone till to morrow, and if I
set not all right again, use your Pleasure. Belv. To morrow, damn it.
The spiteful Light will lead me to no happiness. To morrow is
Antonio's, and perhaps Guides him to my undoing;- oh that I could meet
This Rival, this powerful Fortunate. Will. What then? Belv. Let thy
own Reason, or my Rage instruct thee. Will. I shall be finely inform'd
then, no doubt; hear me, Colonel- hear me- shew me the Man and I'll do
his Business. Belv. I know him no more than thou, or if I did, I
should not need thy aid. Will. This you say is Angelica's House, I
promis'd the kind Baggage to lie with her to Night. [Offers to go in.
Enter Antonio and his Page. Ant. knocks on the Hilt of his Sword. Ant.
You paid the thousand Crowns I directed? Page. To the Lady's old
Woman, Sir, I did. Will. Who the Devil have we here? Belv. I'll now
plant my self under Florinda's Window, and if I find no comfort there,
I'll die. [Ex. Belv. and Fred. Enter Moretta. Moret. Page! Page.
Here's my Lord. Will. How is this, a Piccaroon going to board my
Frigate! here's one Chase-Gun for you. [Drawing his Sword, justles
Ant. who turns and draws. They fight, Ant.
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