and Luc. run out.
Beau. Hah, set on by odds; hold, tho thou be'st my Rival, I will free
thee, on condition thou wilt meet me to morrow morning in the Piazza
by day break. [Puts himself between their Swords, and speaks to Will.
aside. Will. By Heaven I'll do it. Beau. Retire in safety then, you
have your pass. Abev. Fall on, fall on, the number is increas'd. [Fall
on Beau. Beau. Rascals, do you not know me? [Falls in with 'em and
heats them back, and goes out with them. Will. Nay, and you be so well
acquainted, I'll leave you- unfortunate still I am; my own well
meaning, but ill Management, is my eternal Foe: Plague on 'em, they
have wounded me- yet not one drop of Blood's departed from me that
warm'd my Heart for Woman, and I'm not willing to quit this
Fairy-ground till some kind Devil have been civil to me. Enter Ariadne
and Lucia. Aria. I say, 'tis he: thou'st made so many dull Mistakes to
Night, thou darest not trust thy Senses when they're true- How do you,
Sir? Will. That Voice has Comfort in't, for 'tis a Woman's: hah, more
Interruption? Aria. A little this way, Sir. [Ex. Aria. and Will. into
the Garden. Enter Beaumond, Abevile in a submissive Posture. Beau. No
more excuses- By all these Circumstances, I know this Ariadne is a
Gipsy. What difference then between a money-taking Mistress and her
that gives her Love? only perhaps this sins the closer by't, and talks
of Honour more: What Fool wou'd be a Slave to empty Name, or value
Woman for dissembling well? I'll to La Nuche- the honester o'th' two-
Abevile- get me my Musick ready, and attend me at La Nuche's.
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