ns for your Husband?-- Why do you blush again?

_Flor._ With Indignation; and how near soever my Father thinks I am to
marrying that hated Object, I shall let him see I understand better
what's due to my Beauty, Birth and Fortune, and more to my Soul, than to
obey those unjust Commands.

_Hell._ Now hang me, if I don't love thee for that dear Disobedience.
I love Mischief strangely, as most of our Sex do, who are come to love
nothing else-- But tell me, dear _Florinda_, don't you love that fine
_Anglese_?-- for I vow next to loving him my self, 'twill please me most
that you do so, for he is so gay and so handsom.

_Flor._ _Hellena_, a Maid design'd for a Nun ought not to be so curious
in a Discourse of Love.

_Hell._ And dost thou think that ever I'll be a Nun? Or at least till
I'm so old, I'm fit for nothing else. Faith no, Sister; and that which
makes me long to know whether you love _Belvile_, is because I hope he
has some mad Companion or other, that will spoil my Devotion; nay I'm
resolv'd to provide my self this Carnival, if there be e'er a handsom
Fellow of my Humour above Ground, tho I ask first.

_Flor._ Prithee be not so wild.

_Hell._ Now you have provided your self with a Man, you take no Care for
poor me-- Prithee tell me, what dost thou see about me that is unfit for
Love-- have not I a world of Youth? a Humour gay? a Beauty passable?
a Vigour desirable? well shap'd? clean limb'd? sweet breath'd? and Sense
enough to know how all these ought to be employ'd to the best Advantage:
yes, I do and will. Therefore lay aside your Hopes of my Fortune, by my
being a Devotee, and tell me how you came acquainted with this
_Belvile_; for I perceive you knew him before he came to _Naples_.

_Flor._ Yes, I knew him at the Siege of _Pampelona_, he was then a
Colonel of _French_ Horse, who when the Town was ransack'd, nobly
treated my Brother and my self, preserving us from all Insolencies; and
I must own, (besides great Obligations) I have I know not what, that
pleads kindly for him about my Heart, and will suffer no other to
enter-- But see my Brother.

Enter _Don Pedro_, _Stephano_, with a Masquing Habit, and _Callis_.

_Pedro._ Good morrow, Sister. Pray, when saw you your Lover Don
_Vincentio_?

_Flor._ I know not, Sir-- _Callis_, when was he here? for I consider it
so little, I know not when it was.

_Pedro._ I have a Command from my Father here to tell you, you ought not
to despise him, a Man of so