Ped.
What's this I bear? false Girl, how came you hither, and what's your
Business? Speak. [Goes roughly to her. Will. Hold off, Sir, you have
leave to parly only. [Puts himself between. Hell. I had e'en as good
tell it, as you guess it. Faith, Brother, my Business is the same with
all living Creatures of my Age, to love, and be loved, and here's the
Man. Ped. Perfidious Maid, hast thou deceiv'd me too, deceiv'd thy
self and Heaven? Hell. 'Tis time enough to make my Peace with that: Be
you but kind, let me alone with Heaven. Ped. Belvile, I did not expect
this false Play from you; was't not enough you'd gain Florinda (which
I pardon'd) but your leud Friends too must be inrich'd with the Spoils
of a noble Family? Belv. Faith, Sir, I am as much surpriz'd at this as
you can be: Yet, Sir, my Friends are Gentlemen, and ought to be
esteem'd for their Misfortunes, since they have the Glory to suffer
with the best of Men and Kings; 'tis true, he's a Rover of Fortune,
yet a Prince aboard his little wooden World. Ped. What's this to the
maintenance of a Woman or her Birth and Quality? Will. Faith, Sir, I
can boast of nothing but a Sword which does me Right where-e'er I
come, and has defended a worse Cause than a Woman's: and since I lov'd
her before I either knew her Birth or Name, I must pursue my
Resolution, and marry her.
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