Sir Antony Love, or, The rambling lady a comedy as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal by Their Majesties servants / written by Tho. Southerne.

SCENE changes to the Back-side of a Great House with Gardens.

Count Verole, with six Bravo's.

Ver.

To morrow; let but once to morrow come, And she is mine; Marry'd, and wholly mine: If then not wholly mine, 'twill be my Fault. Gentlemen, we must be every where to Night: This English-man, that dares to Rival me, May attempt farther; if he shou'd, I think Floriante but too inclin'd to pardon him. But we'll prevent the worst.

(Whistle.)

Valentine and Sir Antony make the Signal at the Garden-door, which opens upon it. Floriante retires upon the Noise of Swords, crying Murder.

Stand and observe their Motions. Nay, then 'tis he; be sure you Murder him.

Count Canaile, with Sword in Hand, runs to assist Valentine and Sir Antony against the Bravo's.

Can.

Villains and Murderers, I hope you are not hurt.

Val.

Thank your Assistance, Sir.

Sir Ant.

If I am not a Man in this point, I'll never wear Breeches more.

Val.

I know 'twas Count Verole.

Can.

He has not rais'd himself in my Esteem by this base Action—

Enter Floriante.

What do you out of doors?

Flor.

I cou'd not stay within, knowing your Danger.

Can.

'Tis over, now retire.

Flor.

Pray pardon me; if I have done any undecent thing, my Duty caus'd it in my Fears for you.

Exit.

Val.

I'm sorry I have allarm'd your Family.

Sir Ant.

I dare swear for him he is

Can.

So far 'tis well, Sir: If you think your self oblig'd for what is past, shew it in what's to come; forbear my House, my Daughter is dispos'd of: So good-night.

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 some body else.

Val.

Why Faith, the Expectation of her has rais'd me into a desire of any thing in Petticoats.

Sir Ant.

What think you of my English Lady?

Val.

You owe me a Favour there, Sir Antony.

Sir Ant.

To Night I'll pay it then; I have an Appointment upon me now; but not being in so perfect a Condition to oblige her, you shall make an End of my Quarrel.

Val.

With all my Heart.

Sir Ant.

I'll send my Governor to conduct you.

Val.

He, like other wise men, makes no scruple of Pimping, when he gets by the Employment.

Sir Ant.

Then you are not one of those fine Gentlemen, who because they are in love with one Woman, can lie with no body else?

Val.

Not I, Faith Knight; I may be a Lover, but I must be a Man.

Sir Ant.

When the dear days of Rambling Joys are o're, When Nature grudges to supply your Whore, There's Love enough for Marriage left in store.

Exeunt.