t has Generosity enough to give
a favour handsomely to one that can ask it discreetly, one that has Wit
enough to manage an Intrigue of Love-- oh, how civil such a Wench is, to
a Man than does her the Honour to marry her.

_Ang._ By Heaven, there's no Faith in any thing he says.

Enter _Sebastian_.

_Sebast._ Madam, _Don Antonio_--

_Ang._ Come hither.

_Hell._ Ha, _Antonio_! he may be coming hither, and he'll certainly
discover me, I'll therefore retire without a Ceremony.
[Exit _Hellena_.

_Ang._ I'll see him, get my Coach ready.

_Sebast._ It waits you, Madam.

_Will._ This is lucky: what, Madam, now I may be gone and leave you to
the enjoyment of my Rival?

_Ang._ Dull Man, that canst not see how ill, how poor
That false dissimulation looks-- Be gone,
And never let me see thy cozening Face again,
Lest I relapse and kill thee.

_Will._ Yes, you can spare me now,-- farewell till you are in a better
Humour-- I'm glad of this release--
Now for my Gipsy:
For tho to worse we change, yet still we find
New Joys, New Charms, in a new Miss that's kind. [Ex. _Will._

_Ang._ He's gone, and in this Ague of My Soul
The shivering Fit returns;
Oh with what willing haste he took his leave,
As if the long'd for Minute were arriv'd,
Of some blest Assignation.
In vain I have consulted all my Charms,
In vain this Beauty priz'd, in vain believ'd
My eyes cou'd kindle any lasting Fires.
I had forgot my Name, my Infamy,
And the Reproach that Honour lays on those
That dare pretend a sober passion here.
Nice Reputation, tho it leave behind
More Virtues than inhabit where that dwells,
Yet that once gone, those virtues shine no more.
--Then since I am not fit to belov'd,
I am resolv'd to think on a Revenge
On him that sooth'd me thus to my undoing. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. _A Street._

Enter _Florinda_ and _Valeria_ in Habits different from what they
have been seen in.

_Flor._ We're happily escap'd, yet I tremble still.

_Val._ A Lover and fear! why, I am but half a one, and yet I have
Courage for any Attempt. Would _Hellena_ were here. I wou'd fain have
had her as deep in this Mischief as we, she'll fare but ill else I
doubt.

_Flor._ She pretended a Visit to the Augustine Nuns, but I believe some
other design carried her out, pray Heavens we light on her.
--Prithee what didst do with Callis?

_Val._ When I saw no Reason wou'd do good on her, I f