Pedro. Florinda! Belv. Florinda imploring for
my Rival! Pedro. Away, this Kindness is unseasonable. [Puts her by,
they fight; she runs in just as Belv. disarms Pedro. Flor. Who are
you, Sir, that dare deny my Prayers? Belv. Thy Prayers destroy him; if
thou wouldst preserve him. Do that thou'rt unacquainted with, and
curse him. [She holds him. Flor. By all you hold most dear, by her you
love, I do conjure you, touch him not. Belv. By her I love! See- I
obey- and at your Feet resign The useless Trophy of my Victory. [Lays
his sword at her Feet. Pedro. Antonio, you've done enough to prove you
love Florinda. Belv. Love Florinda! Does Heaven love Adoration,
Pray'r, or Penitence? Love her! here Sir,- your Sword again. [Snatches
up the Sword, and gives it him. Upon this Truth I'll fight my Life
away. Pedro. No, you've redeem'd my Sister, and my Friendship. Belv.
Don Pedro! [He gives him Flor. and pulls off his Vizard to shew his
Face, and puts it on again. Pedro. Can you resign your Claims to other
Women, And give your Heart intirely to Florinda? Belv. Intire, as
dying Saints Confessions are. I can delay my happiness no longer. This
minute let me make Florinda mine: Pedro. This minute let it be- no
time so proper, This Night my Father will arrive from Rome, And
possibly may hinder what we propose.
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