as
neither design'd nor premeditated; 'tis pure Accident on both sides--
that's a certain thing now-- Indeed should I make love to you, and
you vow Fidelity-- and swear and lye till you believ'd and yielded--
Thou art therefore (as thou art a good Christian) oblig'd in Conscience
to deny me nothing. Now-- come, be kind, without any more idle prating.

_Flor._ Oh, I am ruin'd-- wicked Man, unhand me.

_Will._ Wicked! Egad, Child, a Judge, were he young and vigorous, and
saw those Eyes of thine, would know 'twas they gave the first blow-- the
first provocation.-- Come, prithee let's lose no time, I say-- this is a
fine convenient place.

_Flor._ Sir, let me go, I conjure you, or I'll call out.

_Will._ Ay, ay, you were best to call Witness to see how finely you
treat me-- do.--

_Flor._ I'll cry Murder, Rape, or any thing, if you do not instantly let
me go.

_Will._ A Rape! Come, come, you lye, you Baggage, you lye: What, I'll
warrant you would fain have the World believe now that you are not so
forward as I. No, not you,-- why at this time of Night was your
Cobweb-door set open, dear Spider-- but to catch Flies?-- Hah come-- or
I shall be damnably angry.-- Why what a Coil is here.--

_Flor._ Sir, can you think--

_Will._ That you'd do it for nothing? oh, oh, I find what you'd be
at-- look here, here's a Pistole for you-- here's a work indeed--
here-- take it, I say.--

_Flor._ For Heaven's sake, Sir, as you're a Gentleman--

_Will._ So-- now-- she would be wheedling me for more-- what, you will
not take it then-- you're resolv'd you will not.-- Come, come, take it,
or I'll put it up again; for, look ye, I never give more.-- Why, how
now, Mistress, are you so high i'th' Mouth, a Pistole won't down with
you?-- hah-- why, what a work's here-- in good time-- come, no
struggling, be gone-- But an y'are good at a dumb Wrestle, I'm for ye,--
look ye,-- I'm for ye.--
[She struggles with him.

Enter _Belvile_ and _Frederick_.

_Bel._ The Door is open, a Pox of this mad Fellow, I'm angry that we've
lost him, I durst have sworn he had follow'd us.

_Fred._ But you were so hasty, Colonel, to be gone.

_Flor._ Help, help,-- Murder!-- help-- oh, I'm ruin'd.

_Belv._ Ha, sure that's _Florinda's_ Voice. [Comes up to them.] --A Man!
Villain, let go that Lady.
[A noise.
[_Will._ turns and draws, _Fred._ interposes.

_Flor._ _Belvile!_ Heavens! my Brother too is coming, and 'twill be
impossible to esc