move,
To lessen or increase his Fire,
For _Caelia_ in her charming Eyes_
_Wore all Love's Sweet, and all his Cruelties._

II.

_But as beneath a Shade he lay,
Weaving of Flow'rs for _Caelia's_ Hair,
She chanc'd to lead her Flock that way,
And saw the am'rous Shepherd there.
She gaz'd around upon the Place,
And saw the Grove (resembling Night)
To all the Joys of Love invite,_
_Whilst guilty Smiles and Blushes drest her Face.
At this the bashful Youth all Transport grew,
And with kind Force he taught the Virgin how
To yield what all his Sighs cou'd never do._

_Ant._ By Heav'n she's charming fair!

[_Angelica_ throws open the Curtains, and bows to _Antonio_, who
pulls off his Vizard, and bows and blows up Kisses. _Pedro_ unseen
looks in his Face.

_Pedro._ 'Tis he, the false _Antonio_!

_Ant._ Friend, where must I pay my offering of Love? [To the _Bravo_.]
My Thousand Crowns I mean.

_Pedro._ That Offering I have design'd to make,
And yours will come too late.

_Ant._ Prithee be gone, I shall grow angry else,
And then thou art not safe.

_Pedro._ My Anger may be fatal, Sir, as yours;
And he that enters here may prove this Truth.

_Ant._ I know not who thou art, but I am sure thou'rt worth my killing,
and aiming at _Angelica_.
[They draw and fight.

Enter _Willmore_ and _Blunt_, who draw and part 'em.

_Blunt._ 'Sheartlikins, here's fine doings.

_Will._ Tilting for the Wench I'm sure-- nay gad, if that wou'd win her,
I have as good a Sword as the best of ye-- Put up-- put up, and take
another time and place, for this is design'd for Lovers only.
[They all put up.

_Pedro._ We are prevented; dare you meet me to morrow on the _Molo_?
For I've a Title to a better quarrel,
That of _Florinda_, in whose credulous Heart
Thou'st made an Int'rest, and destroy'd my Hopes.

_Ant._ Dare?
I'll meet thee there as early as the Day.

_Pedro._ We will come thus disguis'd, that whosoever chance to get the
better, he may escape unknown.

_Ant._ It shall be so. [Ex. _Pedro_ and _Stephano_.] Who shou'd this
Rival be? unless the _English_ Colonel, of whom I've often heard Don
_Pedro_ speak; it must be he, and time he were removed, who lays a Claim
to all my Happiness.

[_Willmore_ having gaz'd all this while on the Picture, pulls down
a little one.

_Will._ This posture's loose and negligent,
The sight on't wou'd beg