Will. Do not! By Heavens to the Antipodes, with such an Invitation. [She goes out, and _Will._ follows her. Belv. ’Tis a mad Fellow for a Wench. Enter _Fred._ Fred. Oh Colonel, such News. Belv. Prithee what? Fred. News that will make you laugh in spite of Fortune. Belv. What, _Blunt_ has had some damn’d Trick put upon him, cheated, bang’d, or clapt? Fred. Cheated, Sir, rarely cheated of all but his Shirt and Drawers; the unconscionable Whore too turn’d him 80 out before Consummation, so that traversing the Streets at Midnight, the Watch found him in this _Fresco_, and conducted him home: By Heaven ’tis such a slight, and yet I durst as well have been hang’d as laugh at him, or pity him; he beats all that do but ask him a Question, and is in such an Humour— Ped. Who is’t has met with this ill usage, Sir? Belv. A Friend of ours, whom you must see for Mirth’s sake. I’ll imploy him to give _Florinda_ time for an escape. [Aside. Ped. Who is he? Belv. A young Countryman of ours, one that has been educated at so plentiful a rate, he yet ne’er knew the want of Money, and ’twill be a great Jest to see how simply he’ll look without it. For my part I’ll lend him none, and the Rogue knows not how to put on a borrowing Face, and ask first. I’ll let him see how good ’tis to play our parts whilst I play his—Prithee, _Fred._ do go home and keep him in that posture till we come. [Exeunt. Enter _Florinda_ from the farther end of the Scene, looking behind her. Flor. I am follow’d still—hah—my Brother too advancing this way, good Heavens defend me from being seen by him. [She goes off. Enter _Willmore_, and after him _Valeria_, at a little distance. Will. Ah! There she sails, she looks back as she were willing to be boarded, I’ll warrant her Prize. [He goes out, _Valeria_ following. Enter _Hellena_, just as he goes out, with a Page. Hell. Hah, is not that my Captain that has a Woman in chase?—’tis not _Angelica._ Boy, follow those People at a distance, and bring me an Account where they go in.—I’ll find his Haunts, and plague him every where.—ha—my Brother! [Exit Page. [_Bel._ _Wil._ _Ped._ cross the Stage: _Hell._ runs off. 81 Scene changes to another Street. Enter _Florinda_. Flor. What shall I do, my Brother now pursues me. Will no kind Power protect me from his Tyranny? —Hah, here’s a Door open, I’ll venture in, since nothing can be worse than to fall into his Hands, my Life and Honour are at stake, and my Necessity has no choice. [She goes in. Enter _Valeria_, and _Hellena’s_ Page peeping after _Florinda_. Pag. Here she went in, I shall remember this House. [Exit Boy. Val. This is _Belvile’s_ Lodgings; she’s gone in as readily as if she knew it—hah—here’s that mad Fellow again, I dare not venture in—I’ll watch my Opportunity. [Goes aside. Enter _Willmore_, gazing about him. Will. I have lost her hereabouts—Pox on’t she must not scape me so. [Goes out.