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, the Abbe's House.

Count Canaile, Count Verole, Abbe and Charlot.

Can.

Sir, I must thank you for the care you have shewn of my Family; tho' I believe it has carry'd you farther then you are aware off: This is my Daughter Charlot.

Ver.

Charlot!

Abb.

Charlot!

Char.

The very same. But Floriante is oblig'd to you; you meant this fa∣vour to her: But by this time, she has put her self into the care of a Gen∣tleman, who will find a kinder away of disposing her, then into the hands of her Father.

Can.

Dishonourable Girl!

Ver.

If it be possible, I'll recover her, and yet revenge my Love.

Exit.

Can.

But Charlot, how came you to think of running away with Valen∣tine, when you know I design'd you to marry him?

Char.

Why, I thank you, Sir, you design'd very well for me; But I was too well acquainted with Valentine, and my Sister's thoughts, to depend over

much upon that hope: I knew there was no parting them; therefore con∣sented the easier to assist her, in getting out of the Nunnery.

Abb.

Very well.

Can.

Very well Brother!

Abb.

Let her go on.

Char.

I began to apprehend the danger of staying behind in a place, and profession, wholly disagreeable to my humour.

Abb.

And well you might.

Char.

I thought fit to provide for my self.

Abb.

In good time you did, Niece.

Char.

And accordingly, in my Sister's name, I sent to Count Verole; he came at the time appointed, expecting Floriante: But Valentine, by what ac∣cident, I know not, coming before his time, knowing nothing of me, or my Plot upon the Count, took me for her, call'd me Floriante, upon which his Bravo's fell upon Valentine: But the Count in a more gentle-manly re∣gard to his Person, encountred me, and brought me where you find me.

Abb.

But methinks the Count, taking you for Floriante, his old Mistress, might ha' made another use of his Victory, then to have brought you in tri∣umph to your Father.

Char.

I expected he wou'd indeed; but by what he said to me, I found he had little or no design in coming there; but to revenge himself upon my Sister, and her scorn.

Can.

I'm glad he has no other design upon her.

Char.

And so am I indeed, Sir.

Abb.

Why Charlot? You are not in Love with the Count?

Char.

Not so much in love with the Count, as I am out of love with a Nunnery: Any man had been as welcome.

Can.

Well, well; if Valentine be not hurt, this matter will clear of it self—

Abb.

And so it will, I warrant you.

Exeunt.