Flor. Sir, I’ll be reconcil’d to you on one Condition, that you’ll follow the Example of your Friend, in marrying a Maid that does not hate you, and whose Fortune (I believe) will not be unwelcome to you. Fred. Madam, had I no Inclinations that way, I shou’d obey your kind Commands. 92 Belv. Who, _Fred._ marry; he has so few Inclinations for Womankind, that had he been possest of Paradise, he might have continu’d there to this Day, if no Crime but Love cou’d have disinherited him. Fred. Oh, I do not use to boast of my Intrigues. Belv. Boast! why thou do’st nothing but boast; and I dare swear, wer’t thou as innocent from the Sin of the Grape, as thou art from the Apple, thou might’st yet claim that right in _Eden_ which our first Parents lost by too much loving. Fred. I wish this Lady would think me so modest a Man. Val. She shou’d be sorry then, and not like you half so well, and I shou’d be loth to break my Word with you; which was, That if your Friend and mine are agreed, it shou’d be a Match between you and I. [She gives him her Hand. Fred. Bear witness, Colonel, ’tis a Bargain. [Kisses her Hand. Blunt. I have a Pardon to beg too; but adsheartlikins I am so out of Countenance, that I am a Dog if I can say any thing to purpose. [To _Florinda_. Flor. Sir, I heartily forgive you all. Blunt. That’s nobly said, sweet Lady—_Belvile_, prithee present her her Ring again, for I find I have not Courage to approach her my self. [Gives him the Ring, he gives it to _Florinda_. Enter _Boy_. Boy. Sir, I have brought the Father that you sent for. Belv. ’Tis well, and now my dear _Florinda_, let’s fly to compleat that mighty Joy we have so long wish’d and sigh’d for.—Come, _Fred._ you’ll follow? Fred. Your Example, Sir,’twas ever my Ambition in War, and must be so in Love. Will. And must not I see this juggling Knot ty’d? Belv. No, thou shalt do us better Service, and be our 93 Guard, lest Don _Pedro’s_ sudden Return interrupt the Ceremony. Will. Content; I’ll secure this Pass. [Ex. _Bel._ _Flor._ _Fred._ and _Val._ Enter _Boy_. Boy. Sir, there’s a Lady without wou’d speak to you. [To _Will._ Will. Conduct her in, I dare not quit my Post. Boy. And, Sir, your Taylor waits you in your Chamber. Blunt. Some comfort yet, I shall not dance naked at the Wedding. [Ex. _Blunt_ and _Boy_. Enter again the Boy, conducting in _Angelica_ in a masquing Habit and a Vizard, _Will._ runs to her. Will. This can be none but my pretty Gipsy—Oh, I see you can follow as well as fly—Come, confess thy self the most malicious Devil in Nature, you think you have done my Bus’ness with _Angelica_— Ang. Stand off, base Villain— [She draws a Pistol and holds to his Breast. Will. Hah, ’tis not she: who art thou? and what’s thy Business? Ang. One thou hast injur’d, and who comes to kill thee for’t. Will. What the Devil canst thou mean? Ang. By all my Hopes to kill thee— [Holds still the Pistol to his Breast, he going back, she following still.