ollow'd her into
the Wardrobe, and as she was looking for something in a great Chest,
I tumbled her in by the Heels, snatcht the Key of the Apartment where
you were confin'd, lockt her in, and left her bauling for help.

_Flor._ 'Tis well you resolve to follow my Fortunes, for thou darest
never appear at home again after such an Action.

_Val._ That's according as the young Stranger and I shall agree-- But to
our business-- I deliver'd your Letter, your Note to _Belvile_, when I
got out under pretence of going to Mass, I found him at his Lodging, and
believe me it came seasonably; for never was Man in so desperate a
Condition. I told him of your Resolution of making your escape to day,
if your Brother would be absent long enough to permit you; if not, die
rather than be _Antonio's_.

_Flor._ Thou shou'dst have told him I was confin'd to my Chamber upon my
Brother's suspicion, that the Business on the _Molo_ was a Plot laid
between him and I.

_Val._ I said all this, and told him your Brother was now gone to his
Devotion, and he resolves to visit every Church till he find him; and
not only undeceive him in that, but caress him so as shall delay his
return home.

_Flor._ Oh Heavens! he's here, and _Belvile_ with him too.
[They put on their Vizards.

Enter Don _Pedro_, _Belvile_, _Willmore_; _Belvile_ and Don
_Pedro_ seeming in serious Discourse.

_Val._ Walk boldly by them, I'll come at a distance, lest he suspect us.
[She walks by them, and looks back on them.

_Will._ Ha! A Woman! and of an excellent Mien!

_Ped._ She throws a kind look back on you.

_Will._ Death, tis a likely Wench, and that kind look shall not be cast
away-- I'll follow her.

_Belv._ Prithee do not.

_Will._ Do not! By Heavens to the Antipodes, with such an Invitation.
[She goes out, and _Will._ follows her.

_Belv._ 'Tis a mad Fellow for a Wench.

Enter _Fred._

_Fred._ Oh Colonel, such News.

_Belv._ Prithee what?

_Fred._ News that will make you laugh in spite of Fortune.

_Belv._ What, _Blunt_ has had some damn'd Trick put upon him, cheated,
bang'd, or clapt?

_Fred._ Cheated, Sir, rarely cheated of all but his Shirt and Drawers;
the unconscionable Whore too turn'd him out before Consummation, so that
traversing the Streets at Midnight, the Watch found him in this
_Fresco_, and conducted him home: By Heaven 'tis such a slight, and yet
I durst as well have been hang'd as laugh at him, or pity him;