priz'd with Fears and Joys, so amaz'd to find you
here in safety, I can scarce persuade my Heart into a Faith of what I
see--

_Will._ Harkye, Colonel, is this that Mistress who has cost you so many
Sighs, and me so many Quarrels with you?

_Belv._ It is-- Pray give him the Honour of your Hand. [To _Flor._

_Will._ Thus it must be receiv'd then. [Kneels and kisses her Hand.] And
with it give your Pardon too.

_Flor._ The Friend to _Belvile_ may command me anything.

_Will._ Death, wou'd I might, 'tis a surprizing Beauty. [Aside.

_Belv._ Boy, run and fetch a Father instantly. [Ex. _Boy_.

_Fred._ So, now do I stand like a Dog, and have not a Syllable to plead
my own Cause with: by this Hand, Madam, I was never thorowly confounded
before, nor shall I ever more dare look up with Confidence, till you are
pleased to pardon me.

_Flor._ Sir, I'll be reconcil'd to you on one Condition, that you'll
follow the Example of your Friend, in marrying a Maid that does not hate
you, and whose Fortune (I believe) will not be unwelcome to you.

_Fred._ Madam, had I no Inclinations that way, I shou'd obey your kind
Commands.

_Belv._ Who, _Fred._ marry; he has so few Inclinations for Womankind,
that had he been possest of Paradise, he might have continu'd there to
this Day, if no Crime but Love cou'd have disinherited him.

_Fred._ Oh, I do not use to boast of my Intrigues.

_Belv._ Boast! why thou do'st nothing but boast; and I dare swear, wer't
thou as innocent from the Sin of the Grape, as thou art from the Apple,
thou might'st yet claim that right in _Eden_ which our first Parents
lost by too much loving.

_Fred._ I wish this Lady would think me so modest a Man.

_Val._ She shou'd be sorry then, and not like you half so well, and I
shou'd be loth to break my Word with you; which was, That if your Friend
and mine are agreed, it shou'd be a Match between you and I.
[She gives him her Hand.

_Fred._ Bear witness, Colonel, 'tis a Bargain. [Kisses her Hand.

_Blunt._ I have a Pardon to beg too; but adsheartlikins I am so out of
Countenance, that I am a Dog if I can say any thing to purpose.
[To _Florinda_.

_Flor._ Sir, I heartily forgive you all.

_Blunt._ That's nobly said, sweet Lady-- _Belvile_, prithee present her
her Ring again, for I find I have not Courage to approach her my self.
[Gives him the Ring, he gives it to _Florinda_.

Enter _Boy_.

_Boy._ Sir, I have brought the Fathe