Ped. But 'twas Florinda's Quarrel that we fought, And you to
shew how little you esteem'd her, Sent me your Rival, giving him your
Interest. -But I have found the Cause of this Affront, But when I meet
you fit for the Dispute, -I'll tell you my Resentment. Ant. I shall be
ready, Sir, e'er long to do you Reason. [Exit Ant. Ped. If I cou'd
find Florinda, now whilst my Anger's high, I think I shou'd be kind,
and give her to Belvile in Revenge. Will. Faith, Sir, I know not what
you wou'd do, but I believe the Priest within has been so kind. Ped.
How! my Sister married? Will. I hope by this time she is, and bedded
too, or he has not my longings about him. Ped. Dares he do thus? Does
he not fear my Pow'r? Will. Faith not at all. If you will go in, and
thank him for the Favour he has done your Sister, so; if not, Sir, my
Power's greater in this House than yours; I have a damn'd surly Crew
here, that will keep you till the next Tide, and then clap you an
board my Prize; my Ship lies but a League off the Molo, and we shall
show your Donship a damn'd Tramontana Rover's Trick. Enter Belvile.
Belv. This Rogue's in some new Mischief- hah, Pedro return'd! Ped.
Colonel Belvile, I hear you have married my Sister. Belv. You have
heard truth then, Sir. Ped. Have I so? then, Sir, I wish you joy.
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