_Alon._ I fear it. Oh, had she not been honest!
What Joy, what Heaven of Joys she would distribute!
With such a Face, and Shape, a Wit, and Mein-- But as she is, I know not what to do.
_Lov._ You cannot marry her.
_Alon._ I would not willingly, tho I think I'm free: For _Pedro_ went to _Marcel_ to tell him I was arriv'd, and would wait on him; but was treated more like a Spy, than a Messenger of Love: They sent no Answer back, which I tell you, _Lovis_, angers me: 'twas not the Entertainment I expected from my brave Friend _Marcel_. But now I am for the fair Stranger who by this expects me.
_Mar._ 'Tis _Alonzo_. O how he animates my Rage, and turns me over to Revenge, upon _Hippolyta_ and her false Lover!
[Aside.
_Lov._ Who's this that walks before us? [They go out.
_Alon._ No matter who.
_Mar._ I am follow'd. [They enter again.
_Lov._ See, he stops. [_Marcel_ looks back.
_Alon._ Let him do what he please, we will out-go him.
[They go out.
_Lov._ This Man whoe'er he be still follows us.
_Alon._ I care not, nothing shall hinder my Design, I'll go tho I make my passage thro his Heart.
[They enter at another Door, he follows.
_Lov._ See, he advances, pray stand by a little.
[They stand by.
_Mar._ Sure there's some Trick in this, but I'll not fear it. This is the Street, and hereabout's the House.
[Looks about.
This must be it, if I can get admittance now. [Knocks.
Enter _Olinda_ with a Light.
_Olin._ O, Sir, are you come? my Lady grew impatient.
[They go in.
_Mar._ She takes me for some other: This is happy.
[Aside.
_Alon._ Gods! is not that the Maid that first conducted me to the fair thing that rob'd me of my Heart?
_Lov._ I think it is.
_Alon._ She gives admittance to another Man.
All Women-kind are false, I'll in and tell her so.
[Offers to go.
_Lov._ You are too rash, 'tis dangerous.
_Alan._ I do despise thy Counsel, let me go.
_Lov._ If you are resolv'd, I'll run the Hazard with you.
[They both go in.
SCENE II. _The Scene changes to a Chamber._
Enter from one side _Olinda_, lighting in _Marcel_ muffled as before in his Cloke, from the other _Antonio_ leading in _Euphemia_ veil'd.
_Mar._ By Heaven's, 'tis she: Vile Strumpet!
[Throws off his Cloke, and snatches her from him.
_Euph._ Alas, this is not he whom I expected.
_Anto._ _Marcel_! I had rather have encounter'd my evil Angel than thee.
[Draws.
_Mar._ I do believe thee, base ungenerous Coward.
[Draws.
[They fight, _Marcel_ disarms _Antonio_, by wounding his Hand.
Enter _Alonzo_, goes betwixt them, and with his Sword drawn opposes _Marcel_, who is going to kill _Antonio_; _Lovis_ follows him.
_Alon._ Take Courage, Sir. [To _Antonio_, who goes out mad.
_Mar._ Prevented! whoe'er thou be'st.
It was unjustly done, To save his Life who merits Death, By a more shameful way.
But thank the Gods she still remains to meet That Punishment that's due to her foul Lust.
[Offers to run at her, _Alonzo_ goes between.
_Alon._ 'Tis this way you must make your Passage then.
_Mar._ What art thou, that thus a second time Dar'st interpose between Revenge and me?
_Alon._ 'Tis _Marcel_! What can this mean? [Aside.
Dost not thou know me, Friend? look on me well.
_Mar._ _Alonzo_ here! Ah I shall die with Shame. [Aside.
As thou art my Friend, remove from that bad Woman, Whose Sins deserve no sanctuary.
_Euph._ What can he mean? I dare not shew my Face.
[Aside.
_Alon._ I do believe this Woman is a false one, But still she is a Woman, and a fair one: I would not suffer thee to injure her, Tho I believe she has undone thy quiet, As she has lately mine.