falls. Moret. Oh, bless us,
we are all undone! [Runs in, and shuts the Door. Page. Help, Murder!
[Belvile returns at the noise of fighting. Belv. Ha, the mad Rogue's
engag'd in some unlucky Adventure again. Enter two or three
Masqueraders. Masq. Ha, a Man kill'd! Will. How! a Man kill'd! then
I'll go home to sleep. [Puts up, and reels out. Ex. Masquers another
way. Belv. Who shou'd it be! pray Heaven the Rogue is safe, for all my
Quarrel to him. [As Belvile is groping about, enter an Officer and six
Soldiers. Sold. Who's there? Offic. So, here's one dispatcht- secure
the Murderer. Belv. Do not mistake my Charity for Murder: I came to
his Assistance. [Soldiers seize on Belvile. Offic. That shall be
tried, Sir.- St. Jago, Swords drawn in the Carnival time! [Goes to
Antonio. Ant. Thy Hand prithee. Offic. Ha, Don Antonio! look well to
the Villain there.- How is't Sir? Ant. I'm hurt. Belv. Has my Humanity
made me a Criminal? Offic. Away with him. Belv. What a curst Chance is
this! [Ex. Soldiers with Belv. Ant. This is the Man that has set upon
me twice- carry him to my Apartment till you have further Orders from
me. [To the Officer. Ex. Ant. led. ACT IV. SCENE I. A fine Room.
Discovers Belvile, as by Dark alone. Belv. When shall I be weary of
railing on Fortune, who is resolv'd never to turn with Smiles upon
me?- Two such Defeats in one Night- none but the Devil and that mad
Rogue could have contriv'd to have plagued me with- I am here a
Prisoner- but where?- Heaven knows- and if there be Murder done, I can
soon decide the Fate of a Stranger in a Nation without Mercy- Yet this
is nothing to the Torture my Soul bows with, when I think of losing my
fair, my dear Florinda.
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