er with me in two
minutes, than my conscience would have gone in two months. I find
myself in a very dejected condition, all over me; poor sin lies
dormant; concupiscence is retired to his winter-quarters; and if
Morayma should now appear,--I say no more; but, alas for her and me!
[MORAYMA _comes out of the Arbour,
she steals behind him, and claps
him on the Back._

_Mor._ And if Morayma should appear, as she does appear,--alas! you
say, for her and you.

_Ant._ Art thou there, my sweet temptation! my eyes, my life, my soul,
my all!

_Mor._ A mighty compliment! when all these, by your own confession,
are just nothing.

_Ant._ Nothing, till thou camest to new create me; thou dost not know
the power of thy own charms: Let me embrace thee, and thou shalt see
how quickly I can turn wicked.

_Mor._ [_Stepping back._] Nay, if you are so dangerous, it is best
keeping you at a distance, I have no mind to warm a frozen snake in my
bosom; he may chance to recover, and sting me for my pains.

_Ant._ Consider what I have suffered for thy sake already, and make me
some amends; two disappointments in a night: O cruel creature!

_Mor._ And you may thank yourself for both. I came eagerly to the
charge before my time, through the back-walk behind the arbour; and
you, like a fresh-water soldier, stood guarding the pass before. If
you missed the enemy, you may thank your own dulness.

_Ant._ Nay, if you will be using stratagems, you shall give me leave
to make use of my advantages, now I have you in my power: we are
fairly met; I'll try it out, and give no quarter.

_Mor._ By your favour, sir, we meet upon treaty now, and not upon
defiance.

_Ant._ If that be all, you shall have _carte blanche_ immediately; for
I long to be ratifying.

_Mor._ No; now I think on't, you are already entered into articles
with my enemy Johayma:--"Any thing to serve you, madam; I shall refuse
no drudgery:"--Whose words were those, gentleman? was that like a
cavalier of honour?

_Ant._ Not very heroic; but self-preservation is a point above honour
and religion too. Antonio was a rogue, I must confess; but you must
give me leave to love him.

_Mor._ To beg your life so basely, and to present your sword to your
enemy; Oh, recreant!

_Ant._ If I had died honourably, my fame indeed would have sounded
loud, but I should never have heard t