Harkye,
Colonel, is this that Mistress who has cost you so many Sighs, and me
so many Quarrels with you? Belv. It is- Pray give him the Honour of
your Hand. [To Flor. Will. Thus it must be receiv'd then. [Kneels and
kisses her Hand. And with give your Pardon too. Flor. The Friend to
Belvile may command me anything. Will. Death, wou'd I might, 'tis a
surprizing Beauty. [Aside. Belv. Boy, run and fetch a Father
instantly. [Ex. Boy. Fred. So, now do I stand like a Dog, and have not
a Syllable to plead my own Cause with: by this Hand, Madam, I was
never thorowly confounded before, nor shall I ever more dare look up
with Confidence, till you are pleased to pardon me. Flor. Sir, I'll be
reconcil'd to you on one Condition, that you'll follow the Example of
your Friend, in marrying, a Maid that does not hate you, and whose
Fortune (I believe) will not be unwelcome to you. Fred. Madam, had I
no Inclinations that way, I shou'd obey your kind Commands. Belv. Who,
Fred. marry; he has so few Inclinations for Womankind, that had he
been possest of Paradise, he might have continu'd there to this Day,
if no Crime but Love cou'd have disinherited him. Fred. Oh, I do not
use to boast of my Intrigues. Belv. Boast! why thou do'st nothing but
boast; and I dare swear, wer't thou as innocent from the Sin of the
Grape, as thou art from the Apple, thou might'st yet claim that right
in Eden which our first Parents lost by too much loving.
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