Belv. How shall I pay this
Generosity? Ant. It had been safer to have kill'd another, Than have
attempted me: To shew your Danger, Sir, I'll let you know my Quality;
And 'tis the Vice-Roy's Son whom you have wounded. Belv. The
Vice-Roy's Son! Death and Confusion! was this Plague reserved To
compleat all the rest?- oblig'd by him! The Man of all the World I
would destroy. [Aside. Ant. You seem disorder'd, Sir. Belv. Yes, trust
me, Sir, I am, and 'tis with pain That Man receives such Bounties, Who
wants the pow'r to pay 'em back again. Ant. To gallant Spirits 'tis
indeed uneasy; -But you may quickly over-pay me, Sir. Belv. Then I am
well- kind Heaven! but set us even, That I may fight with him, and
keep my Honour safe. [Aside. -Oh, I'm impatient, Sir, to be
discounting The mighty Debt I owe you; command me quickly- Ant. I have
a Quarrel with a Rival, Sir, About the Maid we love. Belv. Death, tis
Florinda he means- That Thought destroys my Reason, and I shall kill
him- [Aside. Ant. My Rival, Sir. Is one has all the Virtues Man can
boast of. Belv. Death! who shou'd this be? [Aside. Ant. He challeng'd
me to meet him on the Molo, As soon as Day appear'd; but last Night's
quarrel Has made my Arm unfit to guide a Sword. Belv. I apprehend you,
Sir, you'd have me kill the Man That lays a claim to the Maid you
speak of.
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