Enter _Marcel_, and is amaz'd.
_Mar._ Hah! _Silvio_ with _Clarinda_ in our House! Oh, daring Villain!
to make this place a Sanctuary To all thy Lusts and Treachery! Now I'm convinc'd, 'twas he that wounded me, And he that fled last Night with that false Woman. [_Cleonte_ goes to _Marcel._
_Silv._ You need not fear me now, fair Maid, I'm disarm'd of all my dangerous Love.
_Mar._ It was by his contrivance that she came, [To _Cleonte_.] do not excuse him, but send her quickly from you, lest you become as infamous as she.--
_Cleo._ Oh, how I hate her now; I know my Brother _Silvio_ loves her.
_Mar._ How every Gesture shows his Passion, whilst she seems pleas'd to hear him. I can endure no more--
_Cleo._ What will you do? [She goes to them.
_Mar._ Nothing, dear Sister, But if I can be wise and angry too: For 'tis not safe t'attack him in the Garden.
How now, _Silvio_-- under the Name of Brother, I see you dare too much. [Snatches away his Sister and _Clarinda_.
_Silv._ What mean you by this rude Address, _Marcel_?
_Mar._ I'll tell ye, Sir, anon. Go get you in.
[To the Women, who go in.
_Silv._ Well, Sir, your Business now?
_Mar._ It is not safe to tell you here, tho I have hardly Patience to stay till thou meet me in St. _Peter's_ Grove.
_Silv._ I will not fail you, Sir, an Hour hence.
[Goes in after them.
_Mar._ I dare not in this Rage return to upbraid _Clarinda_, lest I do things that mis-become a Man.
[Goes out.
ACT IV.
SCENE I. __Carlo's_ House._
After a Noise of Musick without, enter _Haunce_ drest as _Alonzo_ was, follow'd by _Gload_, in Masquerade.
_Hau._ Hold, hold, I do not like the Salutations I receive from all I meet in this House.
_Glo._ Why, Sir, methinks they are very familiar Scabs all.
_Hau._ _Salerimente_, they all salute me as they were my old Acquaintance. Your servant, _Myn heer Haunce_, crys one; your servant, Monsieur _Haunce_, crys another.
Enter _Servant_.
_Serv._ Your servant, Sir, you come indeed like a Bridegroom all beset with Dance and Fiddle.
_Hau._ Bridegroom! ha, ha, ha, dost hear, _Gload_? 'tis true faith. But how the Devil came he to know it, man, hah?
_Serv._ My Master, Sir, was just asking for you, he longs to speak with you.
_Hau._ Ha, ha, with me, Sir? why, ha, ha, who the pox am I?
_Serv._ You, Sir, why, who should you be?
_Hau._ Who should I be? why, who should I be?
_Serv._ _Myn heer Haunce van Ezel_, Sir.
_Hau._ Ha, ha, ha, well guest, i'faith now.
_Glo._ Why how should they guess otherwise, coming so attended with Musick, as prepar'd for a Wedding?
_Hau._ Ha, ha, ha, say'st thou so? faith, 'tis a good Device to save the Charges of the first Compliments, hah: but hark ye, hark ye, Friend, are you sure this is the House of Don _Carlo_?
_Serv._ Why, Sir, have you forgot it?
_Hau._ Forgot it! ha, ha, ha, dost hear, _Gload_? forgot it! why how the Devil should I remember it?
_Glo._ Sir, I believe this is some new-fashion'd Civility in Spain, to know every Man before he sees him.
_Hau._ No, no, you fool, they never change their Fashion in Spain, Man.
_Glo._ I mean their manner of Address, Sir.
_Hau._ It may be so, I'll see farther. Friend, is Don _Carlo_ within?
_Serv._ He has not been out since, Sir.
_Hau._ Since, ha, ha, ha, since when? hah.
_Serv._ Since you saw him, Sir.
_Hau._ _Salerimente_, will you make me mad? why you damnable Rascal, when did I see him? hah.
_Serv._ Here comes my Master himself, Sir, [Enter _Carlo_.] let him inform you, if you grow so hot upon the Question.
_Car._ How now, Son, what, angry? You have e'en tir'd your self with walking, and are out of Humour.
_Hau._ Look there again-- the old Man's mad too; why how the pox should he know I have been walking? Indeed, Sir, I have, as you say, been walking [Playing with his Hat.] --and am-- as you say, out of Humour-- But under favour, Sir, who are you? Sure 'tis the old Conjurer, and those were his little Imps I met.
[Surlily to him.
_Car._ Sure, Son, you should be a Wit, by the shortness of your Memory.