h of thy Stars, young Man, has sent thee hither, to find
that certain Fate they have decreed?

_Ran._ I know not what my Stars have decreed, but I shall be glad if
they have ordain'd me to fight with _Daring_:--by thy concern thou
shou'dst be he?

_Dar._ I am, prithee who art thou?

_Ran._ Thy Rival, though newly arrived from _England_, and came to marry
fair _Chrisante_, whom thou hast ravish'd, for whom I hear another Lady
dies.

_Dar._ Dies for me?

_Ran._ Therefore resign her fairly--or fight me fairly--

_Dar._ Come on, Sir--but hold--before I kill thee, prithee inform me who
this dying Lady is?

_Ran._ Sir, I owe ye no Courtesy, and therefore will do you none by
telling you--come, Sir, for _Chrisante_--draw.
[They offer to fight, _Fearless_ steps in.

_Fear._ Hold--what mad Frolick's this?--Sir, you fight for one you never
saw [to _Ranter_.] and you for one that loves you not.
[To _Dar._

_Dar._ Perhaps she'll love him as little.

_Ran._ Gad, put it to the Trial, if you dare--if thou be'st generous,
bring me to her, and whom she does neglect shall give the other place.

_Dar._ That's fair, put up thy Sword--I'll bring thee to her instantly.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. A Tent.

Enter _Chrisante_ and _Surelove_.

_Chris._ I'm not so much afflicted for my Confinement, as I am that I
cannot hear of _Friendly_.

_Sure._ Art not persecuted with _Daring_?

_Chris._ Not at all; though he tells me daily of his Passion, I rally
him, and give him neither Hope nor Despair,--he's here.

Enter _Daring_, _Fear._ _Rant._ and _Jenny_.

_Dar._ Madam, the Complaisance I show in bringing you my Rival, will let
you see how glad I am to oblige you every way.

_Ran._ I hope the Danger I have exposed my self to for the Honour of
kissing your Hand, Madam, will render me something acceptable--here are
my Credentials--
[Gives her a Letter.

_Chrisante_ reads.

Dear Creature, I have taken this Habit to free you from an
impertinent Lover, and to secure the damn'd Rogue _Daring_ to my
self: receive me as sent by Colonel _Surelove_ from _England_ to
marry you--favour me--no more--

Yours, _Ranter_.

--Hah, _Ranter_? [Aside.] --Sir, you have too good a Character from my
Cousin Colonel Surelove, not to receive my Welcome.
[Gives _Surelove_ the Letter.

_Ran._ Stand by, General--
[Pushes away _Daring_, looks big, and takes _Chrisante_ by the
Hand, and kiss