Discovers _Alonzo_ groping about in the Hall.
Alon. Now am I in a worse Condition than before, can neither advance
nor retreat: I do not like this groping alone in the Dark thus.
Whereabouts am I? I dare not call: were this fair thing she spoke of
but now half so impatient as I, she would bring a Light, and conduct
me.
Enter _Marcel_.
Mar. ’Tis wondrous dark.
Alon. Hah, a Man’s Voice that way; that’s not so well: it may be some
Lover, Husband, or Brother; none of which are to be trusted in this
Case, therefore I’ll stand upon my Guard. [Draws: _Marcel_ coming
towards him jostles him.
Mar. Who’s there?
Alon. A Man.
Mar. A Man! none such inhabit here. [Draws.
Thy Business?
Alon. This shall answer you, since there’s no other way.
[They fight, _Alonzo_ wounds _Marcel_, who fights him to the Door;
_Alonzo_ goes out, _Marcel_ gropes to follow.
Mar. This is not just, ye Gods, to punish me, and let the Traytor
’scape unknown too: Methought ’twas _Silvio’s_ Voice, or else a sudden
thought of Jealousy come into my Head would make me think so.
Enter _Clarinda_ and _Dormida_ with Light.
Clar. I tell you I did hear the noise of fighting.
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Dorm. Why, between whom should it be? I’ll be sworn _Marcel_ came in
alone.
Clar. _Marcel!_ and wounded too! oh I’m lost. [Sees him, weeps.
Mar. Keep your false Tears to bathe your Lover’s Wounds.
For I perhaps have given him some—Thou old Assistant to her Lust, whose
greatest Sin is wishing, tell me who ’twas thou didst procure for her.
[In rage to _Dormida_.
Dorm. Alas! I cannot imagine who it should be, unless Don _Silvio_, who
has sometimes made Addresses to her: But oh the House is up, Madam, we
are undone; let’s fly for Heavens sake.
Clar. Oh _Marcel_, can you believe— [A Noise.
Dorm. Come, come, I’ll not be undone for your Fiddle-faddles; I’ll lay
it all on you, if I be taken. [Pulls out _Clarinda_.
Mar. Sot that I was, I could not guess at this to day, by his Anger at
the Letter I foolishly shew’d him; he is my Rival, and ’tis with him
she’s fled; and I’ll endeavour to pursue them. [Offers to go.
But oh my Strength complies with their Design, [Leaning on his Sword.]
and shamefully retires to give them leave to play their amorous Game
out. [Goes faintly out.