[To Will. Will.
Conduct her in, I dare not quit my Post. Boy. And, Sir, your Taylor
waits you in your Chamber. Blunt. Some comfort yet, I shall not dance
naked at the Wedding. [Ex. Blunt and Boy Enter again the Boy,
conducting in Angelica in a masquing Habit and a Vizard, Will. runs to
her. Will. This can be none but my pretty Gipsy- Oh, I see you can
follow as well as fly- Come, confess thy self the most malicious Devil
in Nature, you think you have done my Bus'ness with Angelica- Ang.
Stand off, base Villain- [She draws a Pistol and holds to his Breast.
Will. Hah, 'tis not she: who art thou? and what's thy Business? Ang.
One thou hast injur'd, and who comes to kill thee for't. Will. What
the Devil canst thou mean? Ang. By all my Hopes to kill thee- [Holds
still the Pistol to his Breast, he going back, she fillwing still.
Will. Prithee on what Acquaintance? for I know thee not. Ang. Behold
this Face!- so lost to thy Remembrance! And then call all thy Sins
about thy Soul, [Pulls off her Vizard. And let them die with thee.
Will. Angelica! Ang. Yes, Traitor. Does not thy guilty Blood run
shivering thro thy Veins? Hast thou no Horrour at this Sight, that
tells thee, Thou hast not long to boast thy shameful Conquest? Will.
Faith, no Child, my Blood keeps its old Ebbs and Flows still, and that
usual Heat too, that cou'd oblige thee with a Kindness, had I but
opportunity.
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