- 'tis he- my dear Belvile. [Runs and embraces
him. Belv. Vizard falls out on's Hand. Belv. Hell and Confusion seize
thee! Pedro. Ha! Belvile! I beg your Pardon, Sir. [Takes Flor. from
him. Belv. Nay, touch her not, she's mine by Conquest, Sir. I won her
by my Sword. Will. Did'st thou so- and egad, Child, we'll keep her by
the by the Sword. [Draws on Pedro, Belv. goes between. Belv. Stand
off. Thou'rt so profanely leud, so curst by Heaven, All Quarrels thou
espousest must be fatal. Will. Nay, an you he so hot, my Valour's coy,
And shall be courted when you want it next. [Puts up his Sword. Belv.
You know I ought to claim a Victor's Right, [To Pedro. But you're the
Brother to divine Florinda, To whom I'm such a Slave- to purchase her,
I durst not hurt the Man she holds so dear. Pedro. 'Twas by Antonio's,
not by Belvile's Sword, This Question should have been decided, Sir: I
must confess much to your Bravery's due, Both now, and when I met you
last in Arms. But I am nicely punctual in my word, As Men of Honour
ought, and beg your Pardon. -For this Mistake another Time shall
clear. -This was some Plot between you and Belvile: But I'll prevent
you. [Aside to Flor. as they are going out. [Belv. looks after her,
and begins to walk up and down in a Rage. Will. Do not be modest now,
and lose the Woman: but if we shall fetch her back, so- Belv.
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