l off her Vizard: she refuses.

_Ang._ I can endure no more-- nor is it fit to interrupt him; for if I
do, my Jealousy has so destroy'd my Reason,-- I shall undo him--
Therefore I'll retire. And you _Sebastian_ [To one of her Bravoes]
follow that Woman, and learn who 'tis; while you tell the Fugitive, I
would speak to him instantly.
[To the other Bravo.
[Exit.
[This while _Flor._ is talking to _Belvile_, who stands sullenly.
_Fred._ courting Valeria.

_Val._ Prithee, dear Stranger, be not so sullen; for tho you have lost
your Love, you see my Friend frankly offers you hers, to play with in
the mean time.

_Belv._ Faith, Madam, I am sorry I can't play at her Game.

_Fred._ Pray leave your Intercession, and mind your own Affair, they'll
better agree apart; he's a model Sigher in Company, but alone no Woman
escapes him.

_Flor._ Sure he does but rally-- yet if it should be true-- I'll tempt
him farther-- Believe me, noble Stranger, I'm no common Mistress-- and
for a little proof on't-- wear this Jewel-- nay, take it, Sir, 'tis
right, and Bills of Exchange may sometimes miscarry.

_Belv._ Madam, why am I chose out of all Mankind to be the Object of
your Bounty?

_Val._ There's another civil Question askt.

_Fred._ Pox of's Modesty, it spoils his own Markets, and hinders mine.

_Flor._ Sir, from my Window I have often seen you; and Women of Quality
have so few opportunities for Love, that we ought to lose none.

_Fred._ Ay, this is something! here's a Woman!-- When shall I be blest
with so much kindness from your fair Mouth?-- Take the Jewel, Fool.
[Aside to _Belv._

_Belv._ You tempt me strangely, Madam, every way.

_Flor._ So, if I find him false, my whole Repose is gone. [Aside.

_Belv._ And but for a Vow I've made to a very fine Lady, this Goodness
had subdu'd me.

_Fred._ Pox on't be kind, in pity to me be kind, for I am to thrive here
but as you treat her Friend.

_Hell._ Tell me what did you in yonder House, and I'll unmasque.

_Will._ Yonder House-- oh-- I went to-- a-- to-- why, there's a Friend
of mine lives there.

_Hell._ What a she, or a he Friend?

_Will._ A Man upon my Honour! a Man-- A She Friend! no, no, Madam, you
have done my Business, I thank you.

_Hell._ And was't your Man Friend, that had more Darts in's Eyes than
_Cupid_ carries in a whole Budget of Arrows?

_Will._ So--

_Hell._ Ah such a _Bona Roba_: to be in her Arms is lying in _Fresco_,
all per