Steph. Madam, I must leave you; for if
my Master see me, I shall be hang'd for being your Conductor.- I
escap'd narrowly for the Excuse I made for you last night i'th'
Garden. Flor. And I'll reward thee for't- prithee no more. [Exit.
Steph. Enter Don Pedro in his Masquing Habit. Pedro. Antonio's late to
day, the place will fill, and we may be prevented. [Walks about. Flor.
Antonio! sure I heard amiss. [Aside. Pedro. But who would not excuse a
happy Lover. When soft fair Arms comfine the yielding Neck; And the
kind Whisper languishingly breathes, Must you be gone so soon? Sure I
had dwelt for ever on her Bosom. -But stay, he's here. Enter Belvile
drest in Antonio's Clothes. Flor. 'Tis not Belvile, half my Fears are
vanisht. Pedro. Antonio!- Belv. This must be he. [Aside. You're early,
Sir,- I do not use to be out-done this way. Pedro. The wretched, Sir,
are watchful, and' tis enough You have the advantage of me in
Angelica. Belv. Angelica! Or I've mistook my Man! Or else Antonio, Can
he forget his Interest in Florinda, And fight for common Prize?
[Aside. Pedro. Come, Sir, you know our terms- Belv. By Heaven, not I.
[Aside. -No talking, I am ready, Sir. [Offers to fight. Flor. runs in.
Flor. Oh, hold! whoe'er you be, I do conjure you bold. If you strike
here- I die- [To Belv.
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