's mine by Conquest, Sir. I won her by my
Sword.

_Will._ Did'st thou so-- and egad, Child, we'll keep her by the Sword.
[Draws on _ Pedro_, _Belv._ goes between.

_Belv._ Stand off.
Thou'rt so profanely leud, so curst by Heaven,
All Quarrels thou espousest must be fatal.

_Will._ Nay, an you be so hot, my Valour's coy,
And shall be courted when you want it next. [Puts up his Sword.

_Belv._ You know I ought to claim a Victor's Right, [To Pedro.
But you're the Brother to divine _Florinda_,
To whom I'm such a Slave-- to purchase her,
I durst not hurt the Man she holds so dear.

_Pedro._ 'Twas by _Antonio's_, not by _Belvile's_ Sword,
This Question should have been decided, Sir:
I must confess much to your Bravery's due,
Both now, and when I met you last in Arms.
But I am nicely punctual in my word,
As Men of Honour ought, and beg your Pardon.
--For this Mistake another Time shall clear.
--This was some Plot between you and Belvile:
But I'll prevent you. [Aside to _Flor._ as they are going out.

[_Belv._ looks after her, and begins to walk up and down in a
Rage.

_Will._ Do not be modest now, and lose the Woman: but if we shall fetch
her back, so--

_Belv._ Do not speak to me.

_Will._ Not speak to you!-- Egad, I'll speak to you, and will be
answered too.

_Belv._ Will you, Sir?

_Will._ I know I've done some mischief, but I'm so dull a Puppy, that I
am the Son of a Whore, if I know how, or where-- prithee inform my
Understanding.--

_Belv._ Leave me I say, and leave me instantly.

_Will._ I will not leave you in this humour, nor till I know my Crime.

_Belv._ Death, I'll tell you, Sir--

[Draws and runs at _Will._ he runs out; _Belv._ after him, _Fred._
interposes.

Enter _Angelica_, _Moretta_, and _Sebastian_.

_Ang._ Ha-- _Sebastian_-- Is not that _Willmore_? haste, haste, and
bring him back.

_Fred._ The Colonel's mad-- I never saw him thus before; I'll after 'em,
lest he do some mischief, for I am sure _Willmore_ will not draw on him.
[Exit.

_Ang._ I am all Rage! my first desires defeated
For one, for ought he knows, that has no
Other Merit than her Quality,--
Her being Don _Pedro's_ Sister-- He loves her:
I know 'tis so-- dull, dull, insensible--
He will not see me now tho oft invited;
And broke his Word last night-- false perjur'd Man!
--He that but yesterday fought for my Favours,
And would have made