Ant. By Heaven the very same! —Sir, what pretensions have you to this Lady? Will. Sir, I don’t use to be examin’d, and am ill at all Disputes but this— [Draws, _Anton._ offers to shoot. Ang. Oh, hold! you see he’s arm’d with certain Death: [To _Will._ —And you, _Antonio_, I command you hold, By all the Passion you’ve so lately vow’d me. Enter Don _Pedro_, sees Antonio, and stays. Ped. Hah, _Antonio!_ and _Angelica!_ [Aside. Ant. When I refuse Obedience to your Will, May you destroy me with your mortal Hate. By all that’s Holy I adore you so, That even my Rival, who has Charms enough To make him fall a Victim to my Jealousy, Shall live, nay, and have leave to love on still. Ped. What’s this I hear? [Aside. Ang. Ah thus, ’twas thus he talk’d, and I believ’d. [Pointing to _Will._ 98 —_Antonio_, yesterday, I’d not have sold my Interest in his Heart, For all the Sword has won and lost in Battle. —But now to show my utmost of Contempt, I give thee Life—which if thou would’st preserve, Live where my Eyes may never see thee more, Live to undo some one, whose Soul may prove So bravely constant to revenge my Love. [Goes out, _Ant._ follows, but _Ped._ pulls him back. Ped. _Antonio_—stay. Ant. Don _Pedro_— Ped. What Coward Fear was that prevented thee From meeting me this Morning on the _Molo?_ Ant. Meet thee? Ped. Yes me; I was the Man that dar’d thee to’t. Ant. Hast thou so often seen me fight in War, To find no better Cause to excuse my Absence? —I sent my Sword and one to do thee Right, Finding my self uncapable to use a Sword. Ped. But ’twas _Florinda’s_ Quarrel that we fought, And you to shew how little you esteem’d her, Sent me your Rival, giving him your Interest. —But I have found the Cause of this Affront, But when I meet you fit for the Dispute, —I’ll tell you my Resentment. Ant. I shall be ready, Sir, e’er long to do you Reason. [Exit _Ant._ Ped. If I cou’d find _Florinda_, now whilst my Anger’s high, I think I shou’d be kind, and give her to _Belvile_ in Revenge. Will. Faith, Sir, I know not what you wou’d do, but I believe the Priest within has been so kind. Ped. How! my Sister married? Will. I hope by this time she is, and bedded too, or he has not my longings about him. Ped. Dares he do thus? Does he not fear my Pow’r? 99 Will. Faith not at all. If you will go in, and thank him for the Favour he has done your Sister, so; if not, Sir, my Power’s greater in this House than yours; I have a damn’d surly Crew here, that will keep you till the next Tide, and then clap you an board my Prize; my Ship lies but a League off the _Molo_, and we shall show your Donship a damn’d _Tramontana_ Rover’s Trick. Enter _Belvile_. Belv. This Rogue’s in some new Mischief—hah, _Pedro_ return’d! Ped. Colonel _Belvile_, I hear you have married my Sister. Belv. You have heard truth then, Sir. Ped. Have I so? then, Sir, I wish you Joy. Belv. How! Ped. By this Embrace I do, and I glad on’t. Belv. Are you in earnest?