taken-- I have Beauties which my false Glass
at home did not discover.

[She often passes by _Blunt_ and gazes on him; he struts, and
cocks, and walks, and gazes on her.

_Flor._ This Woman watches me so, I shall get no Opportunity to discover
my self to him, and so miss the intent of my coming-- But as I was
saying, Sir-- by this Line you should be a Lover.
[Looking in his Hand.

_Belv._ I thought how right you guess'd, all Men are in love, or pretend
to be so-- Come, let me go, I'm weary of this fooling.
[Walks away.

_Flor._ I will not, till you have confess'd whether the Passion that you
have vow'd _Florinda_ be true or false.
[She holds him, he strives to get from her.

_Belv._ _Florinda_! [Turns quick towards her.

_Flor._ Softly.

_Belv._ Thou hast nam'd one will fix me here for ever.

_Flor._ She'll be disappointed then, who expects you this Night at the
Garden-gate, and if you'll fail not-- as let me see the other Hand-- you
will go near to do-- she vows to die or make you happy.
[Looks on Callis, who observes 'em.

_Belv._ What canst thou mean?

_Flor._ That which I say-- Farewel. [Offers to go.

_Belv._ Oh charming Sybil, stay, complete that Joy, which, as it is,
will turn into Distraction!-- Where must I be? at the Garden-gate? I
know it-- at night you say-- I'll sooner forfeit Heaven than disobey.

Enter _Don Pedro_ and other Masquers, and pass over the Stage.

_Call._ Madam, your Brother's here.

_Flor._ Take this to instruct you farther.
[Gives him a Letter, and goes off.

_Fred._ Have a care, Sir, what you promise; this may be a Trap laid by
her Brother to ruin you.

_Belv._ Do not disturb my Happiness with Doubts. [Opens the Letter.

_Will._ My dear pretty Creature, a Thousand Blessings on thee; still in
this Habit, you say, and after Dinner at this Place.

_Hell._ Yes, if you will swear to keep your Heart, and not bestow it
between this time and that.

_Will._ By all the little Gods of Love I swear, I'll leave it with you;
and if you run away with it, those Deities of Justice will revenge me.
[Ex. all the Women except Lucetta.

_Fred._ Do you know the Hand?

_Belv._ 'Tis _Florinda's_. All Blessings fall upon the virtuous Maid.

_Fred._ Nay, no Idolatry, a sober Sacrifice I'll allow you.

_Belv._ Oh Friends! the welcom'st News, the softest Letter!-- nay, you
shall see it; and could you now be serious, I might be made the happiest