Hell. This must be Angelica, I know it by her mumping Matron here- Ay,
ay, 'tis she: my mad Captain's with her too, for all his swearing- how
this unconstant Humour makes me love him:- pray, good grave
Gentlewoman, is not this Angelica? Moret. My too young Sir, it is- I
hope 'tis one from Don Antonio. [Goes to Angelica. Hell. Well,
something I'll do to vex him for this. [Aside. Ang. I will not speak
with him; am I in humour to receive a Lover? Will. Not speak with him!
why I'll be gone- and wait your idler minutes- Can I shew less
Obedience to the thing I love so fondly? [Offers to go. Ang. A fine
Excuse this- stay- Will. And hinder your Advantage: should I repay
your Bounties so ungratefully? Ang. Come hither, Boy,- that I may let
you see How much above the Advantages you name I prize one Minute's
Joy with you. Will. Oh, you destroy me with this Endearment.
[Impatient to be gone. -Death, how shall I get away?- Madam, 'twill
not be fit I should be seen with you- besides, it will not be
convenient and I've a Friend- that's dangerously sick. Ang. I see
you're impatient- yet you shall stay. Will. And miss my Assignation
with my Gipsy. [Aside, and walks about impatiently. Hell. Madam,
[Moretta brings Hellena, who addresses You'l hardly pardon my
Intrusion, (her self to Angelica.
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