Father's Will, I'm sure, you may divert. Pedro. I know not how dear I
   am to you, but I wish only to be rank'd in your Esteem, equal with the
   English Colonel Belvile- Why do you frown and blush? Is there any
   Guilt belongs to the Name of that Cavalier? Flor. I'll not deny I
   value Belvile: when I was expos'd to such Dangers as the licens'd Lust
   of common Soldiers threatned, when Rage and Conquest flew thro the
   City- then Belvile, this Criminal for my sake, threw himself into all
   Dangers to save my Honour, and will you not allow him my Esteem?
   Pedro. Yes, pay him what you will in Honour- but you must consider Don
   Vincentio's Fortune, and the Jointure he'll make you. Flor. Let him
   consider my Youth, Beauty and Fortune; which ought not to be thrown
   away on his Age and Jointure. Pedro. 'Tis true, he's not so young and
   fine a Gentleman as that Belvile- but what jewels will that Cavalier
   present you with? those of his Eyes and Heart? Hell. And are not those
   better than any Don Vincentio has brought from the Indies? Pedro. Why
   how now! Has your Nunnery-breeding taught you to understand the Value
   of Hearts and Eyes? Hell. Better than to believe Vincentio deserves
   Value from any woman- He may perhaps encrease her Bags, but not her
   Family. Pedro. This is fine- Go up to your Devotion, you are not
   design'd for the Conversation of Lovers. Hell. Nor Saints yet a while
   I hope. [Aside. Is't not enough you make a Nun of me, but you must
   cast my Sister away too, exposing her to a worse confinement than a
   religious Life? Pedro. The Girl's mad- Is it a Confinement to be
   carry'd into the Country, to an ancient Villa belonging to the Family
   of the Vincentio's these five hundred Years, and have no other
   Prospect than that pleasing one of seeing all her own that meets her
   Eyes- a fine Air, large Fields and Gardens, where she may walk and
   gather Flowers? Hell. When? By Moon-Light? For I'm sure she dares not
   encounter with the heat of the Sun; that were a Task only for Don
   Vincentio and his Indian Breeding, who loves it in the Dog-days- And
   if these be her daily Divertisements, what are those of the Night? to
   lie in a wide Moth-eaten Bed-Chamber with Furniture in Fashion in the
   Reign of King Sancho the First; the Bed that which his Forefathers
   liv'd and dy'd in. Pedro. Very well. Hell. This Apartment (new
   furbisht and fitted out for the young Wife) he (out of Freedom) makes
   his Dressing-room; and being a frugal and a jealous Coxcomb, instead
   of a Valet to uncase his feeble Carcase, he desires you to do that
   Office- Signs of Favour, I'll assure you, and such as you must not
   hope for, unless your Woman be out of the way. Pedro. Have you done
   yet? Hell. That Honour being past, the Giant stretches it self, yawns
   and sighs a Belch or two as loud as a Musket, throws himself into Bed,
   and expects you in his foul Sheets, and e'er you can get your self
   undrest, calls you with a Snore or two- And are not these fine
   Blessings to a young Lady? Pedro. Have you done yet? Hell. And this
   man you must kiss, nay, you must kiss nay but him too- and nuzle thro
   his Beard to find his Lips- and this you must submit to for threescore
   Years, and all for a Jointure. Pedro. For all your Character of Don
   Vincentio she is as like to marry him as she was before. Hell. Marry
   Don Vincentio! hang me, such a Wedlock would be worse than Adultery
   with another Man: I had rather see her in the Hostel de Dieu, to waste
   her Youth there in Vows, and be a Handmaid to Lazers and Cripples,
   than to lose it in such a Marriage. Pedro. You have consider'd,
   Sister, that Belvile has no Fortune to bring you to, is banisht his
   Country, despis'd at home, and pity'd abroad. Hell. What then? the
   Vice-Roy's Son is better than that Old Sir Fisty. Don Vincentio! Don
   Indian! he thinks he's trading to Gambo still, and wou'd barter
   himself (that Bell and Bawble) for your Youth and Fortune. Pedro.
   Callis, take her hence, and lock her up all this Carnival, and at Lent
   she shall begin her everlasting Penance in a Monastery. Hell. I care
   not, I had rather be a Nun, than be oblig'd to marry as you wou'd have
   me, if I were design'd for't. Pedro. Do not fear the Blessing of that
   Choice- you shall be a Nun. Hell. Shall I so? you may chance to be
   mistaken in my way of Devotion- A Nun! yes I am like to make a fine
   Nun! I have an excellent Humour for a Grate: No, I'll have a Saint of
   my own to pray to shortly, if I like any that dares venture on me.
   [Aside. Pedro. Callis, make it your Business to watch this wild Cat.
   As for you, Florinda, I've only try'd you all this while, and urg'd my
   Father's Will; but mine is, that you would love Antonio, he is brave
   and young, and all that can compleat the Happiness of a gallant Maid-
   This Absence of my Father will give us opportunity to free you from
   Vincentio, by marrying here, which you must do to morrow. Flor. To
   morrow! Pedro. To morrow, or 'twill be too late- 'tis not my
   Friendship to Antonio, which makes me urge this, but Love to thee, and
   Hatred to Vincentio- therefore resolve upon't to morrow. Flor. Sir, I
   shall strive to do, as shall become your Sister. Pedro. I'll both
   believe and trust you- Adieu. [Ex. Ped. and Steph. Hell. As become his
   Sister !- That is, to be as resolved your way, as he is his- [Hell.
   goes to Callis. Flor. I ne'er till now perceiv'd my Ruin near, I've no
   Defence against Antonio's Love, For he has all the Advantages of
   Nature, The moving Arguments of Youth and Fortune. Hell. But hark you,
   Callis, you will not be so cruel to lock me up indeed: will you? Call.
   I must obey the Commands I hate- besides, do you consider what a Life
   you are going to lead? Hell. Yes, Callis, that of a Nun: and till then
   I'll be indebted a World of Prayers to you, if you let me now see,
   what I never did, the Divertisements of a Carnival. Call. What, go in
   Masquerade? 'twill be a fine farewell to the World I take it- pray
   what wou'd you do there? Hell. That which all the World does, as I am
   told, be as mad as the rest, and take all innocent Freedom- Sister,
   you'll go too, will you not? come prithee be not sad- We'll out-wit
   twenty Brothers, if you'll be ruled by me- Come put off this dull
   Humour with your Clothes, and assume one as gay, and as fantastick as
   the Dress my Cousin Valeria and I have provided, and let's ramble.
   Flor. Callis, will you give us leave to go? Call. I have a youthful
   Itch of going my self. [Aside. -Madam, if I thought your Brother might
   not know it, and I might wait on you, for by my troth I'll not trust
   young Girls alone. Flor. Thou see'st my Brother's gone already and
   thou shalt attend and watch us. Enter Stephano. Steph. Madam, the
   Habits are come, and your Cousin Valeria is drest, and stays for you.
   Flor. 'Tis well- I'll write a Note, and if I chance to see Belvile,
   and want an opportunity to speak to him, that shall let him know what