| OCR Text |
Show M6 Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or, lig'd more to her Confinement, than to her Inclination, or Choice. Stand clofe, here's Company. Enter Valentine, Sir Antony, and two Servants. Val. I am as full of Apprehenfion, as an old Soldier up. on the Guard of a Counterfcarp; where his Fears cannot be more uneafle, than m y Hopes are now. Ver. H e fhould be an Englijhman, by the Similitude, to let bis Friends know, from his o w n Mouth, that he ha* made a Campagne. Sir Ant. This is the Backfide of the Nunnery Val. And the Garden Door - I think I hear it open - Chariot enters. O Floriante! Ver. Flortante! Sir Ant. Stand faft, we're fet upon. Val. Y o u muft not meet the D a n g e r - . [To Sir Anf. Ver. Fall on, and kill the Ravifher [Fights. Come, m y fair Fugitive, you muft along with me. [Leads her out. Valentine'* Party beats the Bravo's off; one womdedflays, Floriante enters as Chariot did, Flo. What noife was that? Brav. Some help, I hope. Flo. H o w m y Sifter Chariot has fucceeded, under my N a m e , with her Count, to morrow will difcovcr. Brav. H a ! the Count then has the wrong Woman. Flo. Would Valentine were come. Brav. O would he were to help m e! Flo. Who's there? a Man wounded? Brav. One of your Servants; if you are Floriante. Flo. 1 am. Brav. And wounded in your Cauie. Flo. I'm forry for't; do you belong to Valentine? Brow. I do. Flo. Where is he? . Brav. H e got off fife, and if you 11 lend me y o c J ritable Hand, I'll guide you to h i m [C«* * 'Re-enter Valentine and Sir Antony. * Ant. Rogue;, Sons of Whores, and Cowards. Flo. Sir Antony. sir The RAMBLING LADY. M7 Sir Ant. tfeream 1? V*l Fioriwte! Flo. Valentine! ir i i „,a< fraid I had loft you. K HTreVan honeft Man was conduaing me to you, °Tl Ce of my"Friends! He's one I did not reckon if he b e - ^ T h ! is one of Count VeroWs Bravo^ T l / l a ^ h a d n o t y o u interrupted me, I had done my Mafter Service; carry'd the Lady to him. Flo Wha- a Mifchief have I fcap d --- Val Thou art a gallant Fellow, and doft deferve a better' Mafter; but thou haft done thy Duty, and I will do mine; carry him home, and get a Surgeon t o h m i- Flo. Well; I run a m^hfy venture. Sir Ant. O f lofing a Maiden-head, I grant you. Flo. I may Repent Sir Ant. The keeping of it fo long. Flo. I may repent at leifurc. Val You may indeed, if you don't make hade; for w e muft expect to be purfu'd. Sir Ant. You and I, Madam, are much about a Size, what if w e change Cloaths; it m ay favour your Efcape, if you come to be foliow'd. Val. Admirably thought on! Madam, you need not make a fcrupfe of fhifting before Sir Antony, whom, from this time, you may know to be a W o m a n . Flo. A W o m a n! Sir Ant. N o w for m y Petticoats again - - [Exeunt. SCENE The Abbes Houfe. Count Canaile, Count Verole, Abbe and Chariot. Can. Sir, I muft thank you for the Care you kwc fhewn of m y Family; tho'I believe it has carry'd you farther than you are aware of: This is m y Daughter Chariot. f B Ver. Chariot! Abb. Chariot! M> 4 Char. |
