'd again.

_Will._ Fear not. [Draws.

_Aria._ Oh God, Sir, haste a way, you are already wounded: but I conjure
you, as a Man of Honour, be here at the Garden Gate to night again, and
bring a Friend, in case of Danger, with you; and if possible I'll put my
self into your Hands, for this Night's Work has ruin'd me--
[Speaking quick, and pushing him forwards runs off.

_Abev._ My Master sure not gone yet-- [Peeping advancing.

_Will._ Rascals, tho you are odds, you'll find hot Work in vanquishing.

[Falls on 'em.

_Abev._ Hold, Sir, I am your Page. Do you not know me? and these the
Musick you commanded-- shall I carry 'em where you order'd, Sir?

_Will._ They take me for some other, this was lucky. [Aside.]
O, aye-- 'tis well-- I'll follow-- but whither?-- Plague of my dull
Mistakes, the Woman's gone-- yet stay--
[Calls 'em.
For now I think on't, this Mistake may help me to another-- stay-- I
must dispose of this mad Fire about me, which all these Disappointments
cannot lay-- Oh for some young kind Sinner in the nick-- How I cou'd
souse upon her like a Bird of Prey, and worry her with Kindness.
[Aside.] --Go on, I follow.
[Exeunt.

Scene changes to _La Nuche's_ House.

Enter _Petronella_ and _Aurelia_ with Light.

_Aur._ Well, the Stranger is in Bed, and most impatiently expects our
Patrona, who is not yet returned.

_Pet._ Curse of this Love! I know she's in pursuit of this Rover, this
_English_ Piece of Impudence; Pox on 'em, I know nothing good in the
whole Race of 'em, but giving all to their Shirts when they're drunk.
What shall we do, _Aurelia_? This Stranger must not be put off, nor
_Carlo_ neither, who has fin'd again as if for a new Maidenhead.

_Aur._ You are so covetous, you might have put 'em off, but now 'tis too
late.

_Pet._ Put off! Are these Fools to be put off think ye? a fine Fop
_Englishman_, and an old doating Grandee?-- No, I cou'd put the old
trick on 'em still, had she been here but to have entertain'd 'em: but
hark, one knocks, 'tis _Carlo_ on my Life--

Enter _Carlo_, gives _Petronella_ Gold.

_Car._ Let this plead for me.

_Pet._ Sweet Don, you are the most eloquent Person.

_Car._ I would regale to night-- I know it is not mine, but I've sent
five hundred Crowns to purchase it, because I saw another bargaining
for't; and Persons of my Quality must not be refus'd: you apprehend me.

_Pet._ Most rightly-- that was the Reason then she came