- [They all draw, forgetting Don Pedro,
being a Spaniard, had the longest. Blunt. I yield up my Interest to
you Gentlemen, and that will be Revenge sufficient. Will. The Wench is
yours- (To Ped.) Pox of his Toledo, I had forgot that. Fred. Come,
Sir, I'll conduct you to the Lady [Ex. Fred. and Ped. Belv. To hinder
him will certainly discover- [Aside.] Dost know, dull Beast, what
Mischief thou hast done? [Will. walking up and down out of Humour.
Will. Ay, ay, to trust our Fortune to Lots, a Devil on't, 'twas
madness, that's the Truth on't. Belv. Oh intolerable Sot! Enter
Florinda, running masqu'd, Pedro after her, Will. gazing round her.
Flor. Good Heaven, defend me from discovery. [Aside. Pedro. 'Tis but
in vain to fly me, you are fallen to my Lot. Belv. Sure she is
undiscover'd yet, but now I fear there is no way to bring her off.
Will. Why, what a Pox is not this my Woman, the same I follow'd but
now? [Ped. talking to Florinda, who walks up and down. Ped. As if I
did not know ye, and your Business here. Flor. Good Heaven! I fear he
does indeed- [Aside. Ped. Come, pray be kind, I know you meant to be
so when you enter'd here, for these are proper Gentlemen. Will. But,
Sir- perhaps the Lady will not be impos'd upon, she'll chuse her Man.
Ped. I am better bred, than not to leave her Choice free.
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