Ang. He’s gone, and in this Ague of My Soul The shivering Fit returns; Oh with what willing haste he took his leave, As if the long’d for Minute were arriv’d, 78 Of some blest Assignation. In vain I have consulted all my Charms, In vain this Beauty priz’d, in vain believ’d My eyes cou’d kindle any lasting Fires. I had forgot my Name, my Infamy, And the Reproach that Honour lays on those That dare pretend a sober passion here. Nice Reputation, tho it leave behind More Virtues than inhabit where that dwells, Yet that once gone, those virtues shine no more. —Then since I am not fit to belov’d, I am resolv’d to think on a Revenge On him that sooth’d me thus to my undoing. [Exeunt. Scene III. A Street. Enter _Florinda_ and _Valeria_ in Habits different from what they have been seen in. Flor. We’re happily escap’d, yet I tremble still. Val. A Lover and fear! why, I am but half a one, and yet I have Courage for any Attempt. Would _Hellena_ were here. I wou’d fain have had her as deep in this Mischief as we, she’ll fare but ill else I doubt. Flor. She pretended a Visit to the Augustine Nuns, but I believe some other design carried her out, pray Heavens we light on her. —Prithee what didst do with Callis? Val. When I saw no Reason wou’d do good on her, I follow’d her into the Wardrobe, and as she was looking for something in a great Chest, I tumbled her in by the Heels, snatcht the Key of the Apartment where you were confin’d, lockt her in, and left her bauling for help. Flor. ’Tis well you resolve to follow my Fortunes, for thou darest never appear at home again after such an Action. Val. That’s according as the young Stranger and I shall agree—But to our business—I deliver’d your Letter, your 79 Note to _Belvile_, when I got out under pretence of going to Mass, I found him at his Lodging, and believe me it came seasonably; for never was Man in so desperate a Condition. I told him of your Resolution of making your escape to day, if your Brother would be absent long enough to permit you; if not, die rather than be _Antonio’s_. Flor. Thou shou’dst have told him I was confin’d to my Chamber upon my Brother’s suspicion, that the Business on the _Molo_ was a Plot laid between him and I. Val. I said all this, and told him your Brother was now gone to his Devotion, and he resolves to visit every Church till he find him; and not only undeceive him in that, but caress him so as shall delay his return home. Flor. Oh Heavens! he’s here, and _Belvile_ with him too. [They put on their Vizards. Enter Don _Pedro_, _Belvile_, _Willmore_; _Belvile_ and Don _Pedro_ seeming in serious Discourse. Val. Walk boldly by them, I’ll come at a distance, lest he suspect us. [She walks by them, and looks back on them. Will. Ha! A Woman! and of an excellent Mien! Ped. She throws a kind look back on you. Will. Death, tis a likely Wench, and that kind look shall not be cast away—I’ll follow her. Belv. Prithee do not.