anger, Sir, I'll let you know my Quality;
And 'tis the Vice-Roy's Son whom you have wounded.

_Belv._ The Vice-Roy's Son!
Death and Confusion! was this Plague reserved
To compleat all the rest?-- oblig'd by him!
The Man of all the World I would destroy. [Aside.

_Ant._ You seem disorder'd, Sir.

_Belv._ Yes, trust me, Sir, I am, and 'tis with pain
That Man receives such Bounties,
Who wants the pow'r to pay 'em back again.

_Ant._ To gallant Spirits 'tis indeed uneasy;
--But you may quickly over-pay me, Sir.

_Belv._ Then I am well-- kind Heaven! but set us even,
That I may fight with him, and keep my Honour safe. [Aside.
--Oh, I'm impatient, Sir, to be discounting
The mighty Debt I owe you; command me quickly--

_Ant._ I have a Quarrel with a Rival, Sir,
About the Maid we love.

_Belv._ Death,'tis _Florinda_ he means--
That Thought destroys my Reason, and I shall kill him-- [Aside.

_Ant._ My Rival, Sir.
Is one has all the Virtues Man can boast of.

_Belv._ Death! who shou'd this be? [Aside.

_Ant._ He challeng'd me to meet him on the _Molo_,
As soon as Day appear'd; but last Night's quarrel
Has made my Arm unfit to guide a Sword.

_Belv._ I apprehend you, Sir, you'd have me kill the Man
That lays a claim to the Maid you speak of.
--I'll do't-- I'll fly to do it.

_Ant._ Sir, do you know her?

_Belv._ --No, Sir, but 'tis enough she is admired by you.

_Ant._ Sir, I shall rob you of the Glory on't,
For you must fight under my Name and Dress.

_Belv._ That Opinion must be strangely obliging that makes
You think I can personate the brave _Antonio_,
Whom I can but strive to imitate.

_Ant._ You say too much to my Advantage.
Come, Sir, the Day appears that calls you forth.
Within, Sir, is the Habit. [Exit _Antonio_.

_Belv._ Fantastick Fortune, thou deceitful Light,
That cheats the wearied Traveller by Night,
Tho on a Precipice each step you tread,
I am resolv'd to follow where you lead. [Exit.

SCENE II. _The Molo._

Enter _Florinda_ and _Callis_ in Masques, with _Stephano_.

_Flor._ I'm dying with my fears; _Belvile's_ not coming,
As I expected, underneath my Window,
Makes me believe that all those Fears are true. [Aside.
--Canst thou not tell with whom my Brother fights?

_Steph._ No, Madam, they were both in Masquerade, I was by when they
challeng'd one another, and they had decided the Quarrel then, but w