ous
Quarrel without you, than with you.

_Ant._ Sure 'tis some Rival-- hah-- the very Man took down her Picture
yesterday-- the very same that set on me last night-- Blest
opportunity--
[Offers to shoot him.

_Ang._ Hold, you're mistaken, Sir.

_Ant._ By Heaven the very same!
--Sir, what pretensions have you to this Lady?

_Will._ Sir, I don't use to be examin'd, and am ill at all Disputes but
this--
[Draws, _Anton._ offers to shoot.

_Ang._ Oh, hold! you see he's arm'd with certain Death: [To _Will._
--And you, _Antonio_, I command you hold,
By all the Passion you've so lately vow'd me.

Enter Don _Pedro_, sees Antonio, and stays.

_Ped._ Hah, _Antonio_! and _Angelica_! [Aside.

_Ant._ When I refuse Obedience to your Will,
May you destroy me with your mortal Hate.
By all that's Holy I adore you so,
That even my Rival, who has Charms enough
To make him fall a Victim to my Jealousy,
Shall live, nay, and have leave to love on still.

_Ped._ What's this I hear? [Aside.

_Ang._ Ah thus, 'twas thus he talk'd, and I believ'd.
[Pointing to _Will._
--_Antonio_, yesterday,
I'd not have sold my Interest in his Heart,
For all the Sword has won and lost in Battle.
--But now to show my utmost of Contempt,
I give thee Life-- which if thou would'st preserve,
Live where my Eyes may never see thee more,
Live to undo some one, whose Soul may prove
So bravely constant to revenge my Love.
[Goes out, _Ant._ follows, but _Ped._ pulls him back.

_Ped._ _Antonio_-- stay.

_Ant._ Don _Pedro_--

_Ped._ What Coward Fear was that prevented thee
From meeting me this Morning on the _Molo_?

_Ant._ Meet thee?

_Ped._ Yes me; I was the Man that dar'd thee to't.

_Ant._ Hast thou so often seen me fight in War,
To find no better Cause to excuse my Absence?
--I sent my Sword and one to do thee Right,
Finding my self uncapable to use a Sword.

_Ped._ But 'twas _Florinda's_ Quarrel that we fought,
And you to shew how little you esteem'd her,
Sent me your Rival, giving him your Interest.
--But I have found the Cause of this Affront,
But when I meet you fit for the Dispute,
--I'll tell you my Resentment.

_Ant._ I shall be ready, Sir, e'er long to do you Reason.
[Exit _Ant._

_Ped._ If I cou'd find _Florinda_, now whilst my Anger's high, I think I
shou'd be kind, and give her to _Belvile_ in Revenge.

_Will._ Faith, Sir, I know not what yo