_Offic._ Away with him.

_Belv._ What a curst Chance is this! [Ex. Soldiers with _Belv._

_Ant._ This is the Man that has set upon me twice-- carry him to my
Apartment till you have further Orders from me.
[To the Officer. Ex. _Ant._ led.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. _A fine Room._

_Discovers _Belvile_, as by Dark alone._

_Belv._ When shall I be weary of railing on Fortune, who is resolv'd
never to turn with Smiles upon me?-- Two such Defeats in one Night--
none but the Devil and that mad Rogue could have contriv'd to have
plagued me with-- I am here a Prisoner-- but where?-- Heaven knows-- and
if there be Murder done, I can soon decide the Fate of a Stranger in a
Nation without Mercy-- Yet this is nothing to the Torture my Soul bows
with, when I think of losing my fair, my dear _Florinda_.-- Hark-- my
Door opens-- a Light-- a Man-- and seems of Quality-- arm'd too.-- Now
shall I die like a Dog without defence.

Enter _Antonio_ in a Night-Gown, with a Light; his Arm in a Scarf,
and a Sword under his Arm: He sets the Candle on the Table.

_Ant._ Sir, I come to know what Injuries I have done you, that could
provoke you to so mean an Action, as to attack me basely, without
allowing time for my Defence.

_Belv._ Sir, for a Man in my Circumstances to plead Innocence, would
look like Fear-- but view me well, and you will find no marks of a
Coward on me, nor any thing that betrays that Brutality you accuse me
of.

_Ant._ In vain, Sir, you impose upon my Sense,
You are not only he who drew on me last Night,
But yesterday before the same House, that of _Angelica_.
Yet there is something in your Face and Mein--

_Belv._ I own I fought to day in the defence of a Friend of mine, with
whom you (if you're the same) and your Party were first engag'd.
Perhaps you think this Crime enough to kill me,
But if you do, I cannot fear you'll do it basely.

_Ant._ No, Sir, I'll make you fit for a Defence with this.
[Gives him the Sword.

_Belv._ This Gallantry surprizes me-- nor know I how to use this
Present, Sir, against a Man so brave.

_Ant._ You shall not need;
For know, I come to snatch you from a Danger
That is decreed against you;
Perhaps your Life, or long Imprisonment:
And 'twas with so much Courage you offended,
I cannot see you punisht.

_Belv._ How shall I pay this Generosity?

_Ant._ It had been safer to have kill'd another,
Than have attempted me:
To shew your D