Beau. She takes me for another—I am jilted every where—what Friend?—I brought none with me.—Madam, do you retire— [To La Nuche.
La Nu. Glad of my Freedom too— [Goes out.
[A clashing of Swords within. Enter Willm. fighting, prest back by three or four Men, and Abevile, Aria. and Luc. run out.
Beau. Hah, set on by odds; hold, tho thou be’st my Rival, I will free thee, on condition thou wilt meet me to morrow morning [in the Piazza] by day break. [Puts himself between their Swords, and speaks to Will. Aside.
Will. By Heaven I’ll do it.
Beau. Retire in safety then, you have your pass.
Abev. Fall on, fall on, the number is increas’d. [Fall on Beau.
Beau. Rascals, do you not know me? [Falls in with ’em and beats them back, [and goes out] with them.
Will. Nay, and you be so well acquainted, I’ll leave you—unfortunate still I am; my own well meaning, but ill Management, is my eternal Foe: Plague on ’em, they have wounded me—yet not one drop of Blood’s departed from me that warm’d my Heart for Woman, and I’m not willing to quit this Fairy-ground till some kind Devil have been civil to me.
Enter Ariadne and Lucia.