ere
prevented by some Cavaliers; which made 'em put it off till now-- but I
am sure 'tis about you they fight.

_Flor._ Nay then 'tis with _Belvile_, for what other Lover have I that
dares fight for me, except _Antonio_? and he is too much in favour with
my Brother-- If it be he, for whom shall I direct my Prayers to Heaven?
[Aside.

_Steph._ Madam, I must leave you; for if my Master see me, I shall be
hang'd for being your Conductor.-- I escap'd narrowly for the Excuse I
made for you last night i'th' Garden.

_Flor._ And I'll reward thee for't-- prithee no more. [Exit. Steph.

Enter Don _Pedro_ in his Masquing Habit.

_Pedro._ _Antonio's_ late to day, the place will fill, and we may be
prevented.
[Walk about.

_Flor._ _Antonio_! sure I heard amiss. [Aside.

_Pedro._ But who would not excuse a happy Lover.
When soft fair Arms confine the yielding Neck;
And the kind Whisper languishingly breathes,
Must you be gone so soon?
Sure I had dwelt for ever on her Bosom.
--But stay, he's here.

Enter _Belvile_ drest in _Antonio's_ Clothes.

_Flor._ 'Tis not _Belvile_, half my Fears are vanisht.

_Pedro._ _Antonio!_--

_Belv._ This must be he. [Aside.] You're early, Sir,-- I do not use to
be out-done this way.

_Pedro._ The wretched, Sir, are watchful, and 'tis enough
You have the advantage of me in _Angelica_.

_Belv._ _Angelica!_
Or I've mistook my Man! Or else _Antonio_,
Can he forget his Interest in _Florinda_,
And fight for common Prize? [Aside.

_Pedro._ Come, Sir, you know our terms--

_Belv._ By Heaven, not I. [Aside.] --No talking, I am ready, Sir.
[Offers to fight. _Flor_. runs in.

_Flor._ Oh, hold! whoe'er you be, I do conjure you hold.
If you strike here-- I die-- [To _Belv._

_Pedro._ _Florinda!_

_Belv._ _Florinda_ imploring for my Rival!

_Pedro._ Away, this Kindness is unseasonable.
[Puts her by, they fight; she runs in just as _Belv._ disarms
_Pedro_.

_Flor._ Who are you, Sir, that dare deny my Prayers?

_Belv._ Thy Prayers destroy him; if thou wouldst preserve him.
Do that thou'rt unacquainted with, and curse him. [She holds him.

_Flor._ By all you hold most dear, by her you love,
I do conjure you, touch him not.

_Belv._ By her I love!
See-- I obey-- and at your Feet resign
The useless Trophy of my Victory. [Lays his sword at her Feet.

_Pedro._ _Antonio_, you've done enough to prove you love _F