erty, and hate this formal Courtship. Pox on't, wou'd 'twere over.

_Lo._ Where all Parties are agreed, there's little need of that; and the
Ladies of _Spain_, whatever Gravity they assume, are as ready as any you
ever met withal.

_Alon._ But there's a damn'd Custom that does not at all agree with Men
so frank and gay as thou and I; there's a deal of Danger in the
Atchievement, which some say heightens the Pleasure, but I am of another
Opinion.

_Ped._ Sir, there is a Female in a Veil has follow'd us ever since we
came from Church.

_Alon._ Some amorous Adventure: See [_Enter _Olinda.] she advances:
Prithee retire, there may be danger in it.
[Puts _Lovis_ back.

_Lo._ Oh then, I must by no means leave you. [_Lovis_ advances.

_Olin._ Which of these two shall I chuse? [She looks on both.
Sir, you appear a Stranger. [To _Lovis_.

_Alon._ We are both so, Lady.

_Olin._ I shall spoil all, and bring [She looks again on both.] the
wrong. Sir, you should be a Cavalier, that--

_Alon._ Would gladly obey your Orders.

_Lo._ Nay, I find 'tis all one to you which you chuse, so you have one
of us: but would not both do better?

_Olin._ No, Sir, my Commission's but to one.

_Alon._ Fix and proceed then, let me be the Man.

_Olin._ What shall I do? they are both well: [Aside.
but I'll e'en chuse, as 'twere, for my self; and hang me if I know
which that shall be, [looks on both.] Sir, there is a Lady of Quality
and Beauty, who guessing you to be Men of Honour, has sent me to one of
you.

_Alon._ Me, I am sure.

_Lo._ Me, me, he's engag'd already.

_Alon._ That's foul Play, _Lovis_.

_Alon._ Well, I must have but one, and therefore I'll wink and chuse.

_Lo._ I'll not trust blind Fortune.

_Alon._ Prithee, _Lovis_, let thee and I agree upon the matter, and I
find the Lady will be reasonable; cross or pile who shall go.

_Lo._ Go, Sir, whither?

_Alon._ To the Lady that--

_Lo._ Sent for neither of us that I can hear of yet.

_Alon._ You will not hear me out, but I'll end the Difference by chusing
you, Sir; and if you'll follow me [To _Alonzo_.] at a Distance, I will
conduct you where this Lady is.

_Alon._ Fair Guide, march on, I'll follow thee. [Offers to go.

_Lo._ You are not mad, Sir, 'tis some abuse, and dangerous.
[Pulls him back.

_Alon._ Be not envious of my Happiness: Forbear a Wench, for fear of
Danger!

_Lo._ Have a care, 'tis some Plot. [Holds him.] Whe