Gentleman- Duels are so baffled by Bravo's that an age shews not one,
   but between a Frenchman and a Hang-man, who is as much too hard for
   him on the Piazza, as they are for a Dutchman on the new Bridge- But
   see another Crew. Enter Florinda, Hellena, and Valeria, drest like
   Gipsies; Callis and Stephano, Lucetta, Philippo and Sancho in
   Masquerade. Hell. Sister, there's your Englishman, and with him a
   handsom proper Fellow- I'll to him, and instead of telling him his
   Fortune, try my own. Will. Gipsies, on my Life- Sure these will
   prattle if a Man cross their Hands. [Goes to Hellena]- Dear pretty
   (and I hope) young Devil, will you tell an amorous Stranger what Luck
   he's like to have? Hell. Have a care how you venture with me, Sir,
   lest I pick your Pocket, which will more vex your English Humour, than
   an Italian Fortune will please you. Will. How the Devil cam'st thou to
   know my Country and Humour? Hell. The first I guess by a certain
   forward Impudence, which does not displease me at this time; and the
   Loss of your Money will vex you, because I hope you have but very
   little to lose. Will. Egad Child, thou'rt i'th' right; it is so
   little, I dare not offer it thee for a Kindness- But cannot you divine
   what other things of more value I have about me, that I would more
   willingly part with? Hell. Indeed no, that's the Business of a Witch,
   and I am but a Gipsy yet- Yet, without looking in your Hand, I have a
   parlous Guess, 'tis some foolish Heart you mean, an inconstant English
   Heart, as little worth stealing as your Purse. Will. Nay, then thou
   dost deal with the Devil, that's certain- Thou hast guess'd as right
   as if thou hadst been one of that Number it has languisht for- I find
   you'll be better acquainted with it; nor can you take it in a better
   time, for I am come from Sea, Child; and Venus not being propitious to
   me in her own Element, I have a world of Love in store- Wou'd you
   would be good-natur'd, and take some on't off my Hands. Hell. Why- I
   could be inclin'd that way- but for a foolish Vow I am going to make-
   to die a Maid. Will. Then thou art damn'd without Redemption; and as I
   am a good Christian, I ought in charity to divert so wicked a Design-
   therefore prithee, dear Creature, let me know quickly when and where I
   shall begin to set a helping hand to so good a Work. Hell. If you
   should prevail with my tender Heart (as I begin to fear you will, for
   you have horrible loving Eyes) there will be difficulty in't that
   you'll hardly undergo for my sake. Will. Faith, Child, I have been
   bred in Dangers, and wear a Sword that has been employ'd in a worse
   Cause, than for a handsom kind Woman- Name the Danger- let it be any
   thing but a long Siege, and I'll undertake it. Hell. Can you storm?
   Will. Oh, most furiously. Hell. What think you of a Nunnery-wall? for
   he that wins me, must gain that first. Will. A Nun! Oh how I love thee
   for't! there's no Sinner like a young Saint- Nay, now there's no
   denying me: the old Law had no Curse (to a Woman) like dying a Maid;
   witness Jephtha's Daughter. Hell. A very good Text this, if well
   handled; and I perceive, Father Captain, you would impose no severe
   Penance on her who was inclin'd to console her self before she took
   Orders. Will. If she be young and handsom. Hell. Ay, there's it- but
   if she be not- Will. By this Hand, Child, I have an implicit Faith,
   and dare venture on thee with all Faults- besides, 'tis more
   meritorious to leave the World when thou hast tasted and prov'd the
   Pleasure on't; then 'twill be a Virtue in thee, which now will be pure
   Ignorance. Hell. I perceive, good Father Captain, you design only to
   make me fit for Heaven- but if on the contrary you should quite divert
   me from it, and bring me back to the World again, I should have a new
   Man to seek I find; and what a grief that will be- for when I begin, I
   fancy I shall love like any thing: I never try'd yet. Will. Egad, and
   that's kind- Prithee, dear Creature, give me Credit for a Heart, for
   faith, I'm a very honest Fellow- Oh, I long to come first to the
   Banquet of Love; and such a swinging Appetite I bring- Oh, I'm
   impatient. Thy Lodging, Sweetheart, thy Lodging, or I'm a dead man.
   Hell. Why must we be either guilty of Fornication or Murder, if we
   converse With you Men?- And is there no difference between leave to
   love me, and leave to lie with me? Will. Faith, Child, they were made
   to go together. Lucet. Are you sure this is the Man? [Pointing to
   Blunt. Sancho. When did I mistake your Game? Lucet. 'This is a
   stranger, I know by his gazing; if he be brisk he'll venture to follow
   me; and then, if I understand my Trade, he's mine: he's English too,
   and they say that's a sort of good natur'd loving People, and have
   generally so kind an opinion of themselves, that a Woman with any Wit
   may flatter 'em into any sort of Fool she pleases. Blunt. 'Tis so- she
   is taken- I have Beauties which my false Glass at home did not
   discover. [She often passes by Blunt and gazes on him; he struts, and
   cocks, and walks, and gazes on her. Flor. This Woman watches me so, I
   shall get no Opportunity to discover my self to him, and so miss the
   intent of my coming- But as I was saying, Sir- by this Line you should
   be a Lover. [Looking in his Hand. Belv. I thought how right you
   guess'd, all Men are in love, or pretend to be so- Come, let me go,
   I'm weary of this fooling. [Walks away. Flor. I will not, till you
   have confess'd whether the Passion that you have vow'd Florinda be
   true or false. [She holds him, he strives to get from her. Belv.
   Florinda! [Turns quick towards her. Flor. Softly. Belv. Thou hast
   nam'd one will fix me here for ever. Flor. She'll be disappointed
   then, who expects you this Night at the Garden-gate, and if you'll
   fail not- as let me see the other Hand- you will go near to do- she
   vows to die or make you happy. [Looks on Callis, who observes 'em.
   Belv. What canst thou mean? Flor. That which I say- Farewel. [Offers
   to go. Belv. Oh charming Sybil, stay, complete that Joy, which, as it
   is, will turn into Distraction!- Where must I be? at the Garden- gate?
   I know it- at night you say- I'll sooner forfeit Heaven than disobey.
   Enter Don Pedro and other Masquers, and pass over the Stage. Call.
   Madam, your Brother's here. Flor. Take this to instruct you farther.
   [Gives him a Letter, and goes off. Fred. Have a care, Sir, what you
   promise; this may be a Trap laid by her Brother to ruin you. Belv. Do
   not disturb my Happiness with Doubts. [Opens the Letter. Will. My dear
   pretty Creature, a Thousand Blessings on thee; still in this Habit,
   you say, and after Dinner at this Place. Hell. Yes, if you will swear
   to keep your Heart, and not bestow it between this time and that.
   Will. By all the little Gods of Love I swear, I'll leave it with you;
   and if you run away with it, those Deities of Justice will revenge me.