, for asking such a sneaking Sum-- He that will be satisfied
with one Kiss, will never die of that Longing; good Friend single-Kiss,
is all your talking come to this? A Kiss, a Caudle! farewel, Captain
single-Kiss.
[Going out he stays her.

_Will._ Nay, if we part so, let me die like a Bird upon a Bough, at the
Sheriff's Charge. By Heaven, both the _Indies_ shall not buy thee from
me. I adore thy Humour and will marry thee, and we are so of one Humour,
it must be a Bargain-- give me thy Hand-- [Kisses her hand.] And now let
the blind ones (Love and Fortune) do their worst.

_Hell._ Why, God-a-mercy, Captain!

_Will._ But harkye-- The Bargain is now made; but is it not fit we
should know each other's Names? That when we have Reason to curse one
another hereafter, and People ask me who 'tis I give to the Devil, I may
at least be able to tell what Family you came of.

_Hell._ Good reason, Captain; and where I have cause, (as I doubt not
but I shall have plentiful) that I may know at whom to throw my--
Blessings-- I beseech ye your Name.

_Will._ I am call'd _Robert the Constant_.

_Hell._ A very fine Name! pray was it your Faulkner or Butler that
christen'd you? Do they not use to whistle when then call you?

_Will._ I hope you have a better, that a Man may name without crossing
himself, you are so merry with mine.

_Hell._ I am call'd _Hellena the Inconstant_.

Enter _Pedro_, _Belvile_, _Florinda_, _Fred_. _Valeria_.

_Ped._ Hah! _Hellena!_

_Flor._ _Hellena!_

_Hell._ The very same-- hah my Brother! now, Captain, shew your Love and
Courage; stand to your Arms, and defend me bravely, or I am lost for
ever.

_Ped._ What's this I hear? false Girl, how came you hither, and what's
your Business? Speak.
[Goes roughly to her.

_Will._ Hold off, Sir, you have leave to parly only.
[Puts himself between.

_Hell._ I had e'en as good tell it, as you guess it. Faith, Brother, my
Business is the same with all living Creatures of my Age, to love, and
be loved, and here's the Man.

_Ped._ Perfidious Maid, hast thou deceiv'd me too, deceiv'd thy self and
Heaven?

_Hell._ 'Tis time enough to make my Peace with that: Be you but kind,
let me alone with Heaven.

_Ped._ _Belvile_, I did not expect this false Play from you; was't not
enough you'd gain _Florinda_ (which I pardon'd) but your leud Friends
too must be inrich'd with the Spoils of a noble Family?

_Belv._ Faith, Sir, I am as much surpriz'd