t-- most miraculous-- by St. _Jago_ I'll be revenged-- hah, what's
here-- _La Nuche_--
[Surveys her at a distance.

Enter _La Nuche_, _Aurelia_, _Sancho_.

_La Nu._ We are pursu'd by _Beaumond_, who will certainly hinder our
speaking to _Willmore_, should we have the good fortune to see him in
this Crowd-- and yet there's no avoiding him.

_Beau._ 'Tis she, how carefully she shuns me!

_Aur._ I'm satisfied he knows us by the jealous Concern which appears in
that prying Countenance of his.

_Beau._ Stay, Cruel, is it Love or Curiosity, that wings those nimble
Feet?
[Holds her.

[_Lucia_ above and _Ariadne_.]

_Aria._ _Beaumond_ with a Woman!

_Beau._ Have you forgot this is the glorious Day that ushers in the
Night shall make you mine? the happiest Night that ever favour'd Love!

_La Nu._ Or if I have, I find you'll take care to remember me.

_Beau._ Sooner I could forget the Aids of Life, sooner forget how first
that Beauty charm'd me.

_La Nu._ Well, since your Memory's so good, I need not doubt your
coming.

_Beau._ Still cold and unconcern'd! How have I doated, and how
sacrific'd, regardless of my Fame, lain idling here, when all the Youth
of _Spain_ were gaining Honour, valuing one Smile of thine above their
Laurels!

_La Nu._ And in return, I do submit to yield, preferring you above those
fighting Fools, who safe in Multitudes reap Honour cheaper.

_Beau._ Yet there is one-- one of those fighting Fools which should'st
thou see, I fear I were undone; brave, handsome, gay, and all that Women
doat on, unfortunate in every good of Life, but that one Blessing of
obtaining Women: Be wise, for if thou seest him thou art lost-- Why dost
thou blush?

_La Nu._ Because you doubt my Heart-- 'tis _Willmore_ that he means.
[Aside.] We've Eyes upon us, Don _Carlo_ may grow jealous, and he's a
powerful Rival-- at night. I shall expect ye.

_Beau._ Whilst I prepare my self for such a Blessing. [Ex. _Beau._

_Car._ Hah! a Cavalier in conference with _La Nuche_! and entertain'd
without my knowledge! I must prevent this Lover, for he's young-- and
this Night will surprise her.
[Aside.

_Will._ And you would be restor'd? [To _Petro._

_Pet._ Yes, if there be that Divinity in your Baths of Reformation.

_Will._ There are.

_New Flames shall sparkle in those Eyes;
And these grey Hairs flowing and bright shall rise:
These Cheeks fresh Buds of Roses wear,
And all your withere