Enter _Florinda_, running masqu’d, _Pedro_ after her, _Will._ gazing round her. Flor. Good Heaven, defend me from discovery. [Aside. Pedro. ’Tis but in vain to fly me, you are fallen to my Lot. Belv. Sure she is undiscover’d yet, but now I fear there is no way to bring her off. Will. Why, what a Pox is not this my Woman, the same I follow’d but now? [_Ped._ talking to _Florinda_, who walks up and down. Ped. As if I did not know ye, and your Business here. Flor. Good Heaven! I fear he does indeed— [Aside. Ped. Come, pray be kind, I know you meant to be so when you enter’d here, for these are proper Gentlemen. Will. But, Sir—perhaps the Lady will not be impos’d upon, she’ll chuse her Man. Ped. I am better bred, than not to leave her Choice free. Enter _Valeria_, and is surprized at the Sight of Don _Pedro_. Val. Don _Pedro_ here! there’s no avoiding him. [Aside. Flor. _Valeria!_ then I’m undone— [Aside. Val. Oh! have I found you, Sir— [To _Pedro_, running to him.] —The strangest Accident—if I had breath—to tell it. Ped. Speak—is _Florinda_ safe? _Hellena_ well? Val. Ay, ay, Sir—_Florinda_—is safe—from any fears of you. Ped. Why, where’s _Florinda?_—speak. Val. Ay, where indeed, Sir? I wish I could inform you,—But to hold you no longer in doubt— Flor. Oh, what will she say! [Aside. Val. She’s fled away in the Habit of one of her Pages, Sir—but _Callis_ thinks you may retrieve her yet, if you make haste away; she’ll tell you, Sir, the rest—if you can find her out. [Aside. 91 Ped. Dishonourable Girl, she has undone my Aim—Sir—you see my necessity of leaving you, and I hope you’ll pardon it: my Sister, I know, will make her flight to you; and if she do, I shall expect she should be render’d back. Belv. I shall consult my Love and Honour, Sir. [Ex. _Ped._ Flor. My dear Preserver, let me imbrace thee. [To _Val._ Will. What the Devil’s all this? Blunt. Mystery by this Light. Val. Come, come, make haste and get your selves married quickly, for your Brother will return again. Belv. I am so surpriz’d with Fears and Joys, so amaz’d to find you here in safety, I can scarce persuade my Heart into a Faith of what I see— Will. Harkye, Colonel, is this that Mistress who has cost you so many Sighs, and me so many Quarrels with you? Belv. It is—Pray give him the Honour of your Hand. [To _Flor._ Will. Thus it must be receiv’d then. [Kneels and kisses her Hand.] And with it give your Pardon too. Flor. The Friend to _Belvile_ may command me anything. Will. Death, wou’d I might, ’tis a surprizing Beauty. [Aside. Belv. Boy, run and fetch a Father instantly. [Ex. _Boy_. Fred. So, now do I stand like a Dog, and have not a Syllable to plead my own Cause with: by this Hand, Madam, I was never thorowly confounded before, nor shall I ever more dare look up with Confidence, till you are pleased to pardon me.