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Show 2i6 Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or, Val. How this fooling has run away with the Time i Sir Anu I'll be for you immediately. ^ *' *** ML Within a quarter of Ten already'" * ^ ** llf I fhould ha' been glad to ha' made one, Valentine. Val. I thank you ; but Numbers may difcover us, and Sir Antony won't be out of the Bufinefs. Abb. D o m e but this piece of Service, and I won't only pardon you, but reward you well when you ha' don't. Befides, 'tis a kind of Revenge upon Sir Antony Pilg. I a m at your Mercy, and you fhall command roe any thing. ///. Sir Gentle fays, you drew a Piftol upon him. Val. That was not according to the L a w of Arms. Pilg. I can't tell h o w his Fear reprefented it, but it I was an Inkhorn that difarm'd him. Sir Ant. You won't fail, when I fend for you ? Sir Gent. I'll but change Cloaths with that Gentleman; \ and be ready as foon as you pleafe. [Exeunt. Sir Gentle, Pilgrim, and Servant. Sir Ant. N o w Valentine^ have with you • Abb. 'Tis near upon your Appointment with my Neice : I'll fecure her Father within, the better to favour her running away from him. , llf. I wifh you well, Gentlemen. [They go out feveral ways, llford and the Abbe ; but Sir Ant. and Val. together, SCENE changes to the Back-fide of a Great Houfe with Gardens. Enter Count Verole with fix Brave's. Ver. T o morrow ; let but once to morrow come, And fhe is mine, marry'd, and wholly mine: If then not wholly mine, 'twill be m y Fault. Gentlemen, w e muft be every where to Night: This Englifhman, that dares to Rival me, Mayjattempt farther ; if he fhould, I think Ikriante but too inclin'd to pardon him. M The RAMBLING LADY. ti7 But we'll prevent the worft. (HfaftU) rVTlen ine mA Sir Antony *•* the Signal at the Gar-lZd* or, which opens upon it. Flomnte rettres upon the Wife of Swords, crying Murder. Stand and obferve their Motions, Nay, then 'tis he; befure you Murder him. [Count Canaile enters with Sword in Hand, runs * ttjftl V*. lentine and Sir Antony againft the Bravo >• Can. Villains and Murderers-I hope you are not hurt. Val. Thank your Affiftance, Sir, % Sir Ant. If I a m not a Man in this point, III never wear Breeches more. Val. I k n o w 'twas Count Verole. Can. He has not rais'd himfelf in m y Efteem by this bafe A c t i o n - Enter Floriantei What do you out of Door* ? Flo. I could not ftay within, knowing your Danger. Can. 'Tis over, n o w retire. Flo. Pray pardon me; it [ have done any undecent thing, m y Duty caufcd it in m y Fears for you. [Exit. Val. I'm forry I have alarmed your Family. Sir Ant. I dare fwear for him he is. Cm. So far 'tis well, Sir: If you think your felf or> liged for what is paft, fhew it in what's to come; forbear m y Houfe, my Daughter is difpos'd of: So Goodnight. [Exit. Sir Ant. Very good Advice, Valentine: Since you can't make it a Good-night with his Daughter, make it as good as you can with fome body elfe. Val. W h y Faith, the Expeaation of her has raifed m e into a Defire of any thing in Petticoats. Sir Ant. What think you of m y Englifh Lady? Val. You owe m e a Favour there, Sir Antony. Sir Ant. T o Night I'll pay it then; I have an Appointment upon m e n o w ; but not being in fo perfect a Condition to oblige her, you (hall make an End of m v Quarrel. ' Val. With all m y Heart. V^L fnt' riJ fend my G(Wnor t0 ?»*•* you. |