Glo.Ay, Madam—my Master—has many more:But if you please to tell him his Rival’s Name—Hau.I’ll have your Ears for this, Sirrah, the next time I’m soundly drunk, and you know that won’t be long.[Aside.Lord, Madam, my Man knows not what he says.Ye Rascal, say I have no Courage—or I will drink my self to the Miracle of Valour, and exercise it all on thee.Glo.I know what I do, Sir, you had Courage this Morning, is the Fit over?Hau.Have I not slept since, you Rogue, have I not?Glo.I have a trick to save your Honour, Sir, and therefore I will stand in’t you have Courage.Hau.A Pox of your Trick, the Rogue knows I dare not chastise him now, for fear they should think I have Valour.Glo.Madam, my Master’s modest, but tell him who ’tis he must fight with—Hau.Oh, for a Tun of Rhenish—that I might abundantly beat thee—Euph.Your Rival’s Name’sAlonzo, Sir.Hau.Oh the Devil, a thundring Name too; but will this same—Alonzomake no allowance for necessity?—I vow ’tis pure necessity in me to marry you: the old Men being agreed upon the Matter, I am but an Instrument—alas, not I,[Crys.A very Tool, as they say, so I am.Glo.Lord, Sir, why do you cry? I meant no harm.Hau.No harm, you Rascal—to say I am valiant.Glo.Why, yes, Sir, and if you would say so too, at worst ’twas but getting DonLovisto have fought for you; you know that’s a small courtesy to a Friend.Hau.Faith, now thou art in the right; he’ll do his Business for him, I’ll warrant him.[Wipes his Eyes.Nay then, Madam, I have Courage, and will to this Don—thisAlonzoyou speak of; and if he do not resign you, and consign you too, I’ll make him; yes, make him, do ye see—IfLovisshould refuse me now—[Aside.Glo.Shaw, Sir, he makes nothing to kill a Man, ten or twenty.Euph.Well, since you are so resolv’d, my Brother will tell you where to find thisAlonzo; and tell him, I must marry you to day, for I am resolv’d not to lie alone tonight.Hau.What would not a Man do for so kind a Mistress?Euph.Well, get you about it strait then, lest my Father’s coming prevent it.[ExeuntEuphemiaandOlinda.Hau.I am gone—but ifLovisshould fail—Glo.He would beat you, if he thought you doubted him.Hau.I’ll keep my Fears then to my self.[Go out.Scene II.The Street.EnterHippolytadrest like a Man, with a Paper.Hip.Thus I dare look abroad again:Methinks I am not what I was,My Soul too is all Man;Where dwells no Tenderness, no womanish Passions.I cannot sigh, nor weep, nor think of Love,But as a foolish Dream that’s gone and past.Revenge has took possession of my Soul,And drove those Shadows thence; and shows me nowLove, in so poor, so despicable a Shape,So quite devested of his Artful Beauty,That I’m asham’d I ever was his Votary.Well, here’s my Challenge toAntonio;But how to get it to him is the Question.Base as he is, he’ll not refuse to come,And since he never saw the wrong’dAlonzo,Sure I may pass for him. Who’s here?—EnterHaunceandGload. She stands aside.Hau.Gload, if it were possible I could be sober, and valiant at once, I should now be provok’d to exercise it: for I cannot findLovis, and then how I shall come off, the Lord knows. And then again, for letting the Lady go, whom I rescu’d in the Grove this Morning.Glo.Should I disobey a Lady, Sir? for she commanded me to let her go so soon as she came into the Gate. And, Sir, look, here comes DonLovis.EnterLovisandAlonzo.Hau.Oh, BrotherLovis, where the Devil have you been all this Day? I stay’d for you to go with me to your Sister’s, as long as Flesh and Blood could forbear.Lov.Why, have you been there without me?Hau.Yes, marry have I, Sir.Alon.I am undone then—[Aside.Hau.I needed no Recommendation mun, for when I came they were all as well acquainted with me—I never saw them before; but by the way, they are all no wiser than they should be, except your Sister, who is the pretty’st loving, sweet Rogue—Alon.How’s this?Lov.But have you seen my Sister?Hau.Seen her! yes, and will marry her too mun before Night, an she were a thousand Sisters—but harkye,Lovis, the business is this—you must know that before I marry her, I am to seek out a certain Fellow, they call—they callAlonzo, ay, ay,Alonzo—a Pox on him, a troublesome Rascal they say he is; and his leave, it seems, must be askt to marry your Sister.Lov.Well, Sir, and what if he will not give you leave?Hau.Why then, you must know I am to get him very well favour’dly beaten.Alon.Sure this is the Coxcomb himself.Hau.Now for your Sister’s sake, who loves me, poor thing, I will not run the danger of beating him my self, but must desire that small courtesy of thee.Lov.How! I beat him?Hau.You beat him, yes, you; what a Pox do you scruple such a kindness to a Friend? I know you make no more of killing a Man next your Heart in a Morning, than I do of eating a pickled Herring.Lov.But she desir’d you to do’t.Hau.That’s all one so it be done, mun; besides, why should I run my self into a Premunire, when I need not? Your Father is bound by Agreement to mine, to deliver me the Wares (that is, his Daughter) safe and sound; and I have no more to do, but to protest against him in case of Non-performance. ’Twill be a dear Commodity to me at this rate.[Cries.Lov.Well, Sir, I’ll see what may be done.Hau.Spoke like a Friend now: Well, you must about it instantly, for I must be married to day.Alon.Must you so, Sir?—Hau.Yes marry must I, Sir—Who the Devil’s this now?[ToLovis.Alon.That sameAlonzowhom you inquire for.Hau.Are you so, Sir?—Why, what then, Sir,—Lovis,Lovis.[Runs behindLovis.Alon.What then, Sir? then I tell you, I will not be beaten.Hau.Look ye here now—Lovis.Lov.Ha, ha, ha, canst thou be angry with him?[ToAlonzo.Hau.I, can you be angry with me?Alon.I know not why an Ass should have more privilege than any other rude Beast.Lov.Ha, ha, ha, this Humour’s so pleasant in thee, I wish thou wouldst pursue it a little—Haunce, bear up to him, he’s but a mere Huff, ha, ha, ha.[Claps him on the Back, he goes fearfully forward.Glo.I, Sir, as long as DonLovisis here, you may say what you will.Hau.May I so?—and why, Sir?—am I, Sir—an Ass, Sir?[Runs behindLovis.Alon.’Sdeath, you Rascal, do you question me?Hau.Oh, hold, Sir, hold, not I, God forbid I should question it,Lovis—is it, indeed,Alonzo, hah?Lov.Yes indeed is it.Hau.And wilt thou not do so much as to beat him for me a little?Lov.Not I, I dare not, he’s a terrible Man.Hau.Why look you here now, you damn’d Rogue,[ToGload.]Have not you serv’d me finely, hah?Gload.Why, Sir, ’tis but crying Peccavi.Hau.Peccavi, and be hang’d to you—Lord, Sir,[ToAlonzo.]why are you so angry? I came but to ask you a civil Question, from my Wife that must be.Alon.You must ask me leave, first.Hau.Yes, yes, Sir, so she said mun; for she must marry me to night.Alon.Yes, you shall have it with this—too.[Draws.Hau.Why look you[Haunceruns away,Lovisstayshim.]here now, here’s damn’d doings. For my part,I declare it here uponmy Death-bed, I am forc’d to what I do, and you kill me against my Will.Alon.Do’st think we are not discover’d in our Design? I’d kill the Dog if I thought we were.Lov.I believe not; and perceive by my Sister’s Message, that we are to come to her, and prevent this Fellow’s marrying her.Alon.Well, Sir, I’ll spare your Life, and give your Mistress leave to marry to night.Hau.How, Sir, to Night?—But is he in earnest,Lovis?Lov.In very good earnest.Hau.Tan, ta, ra, ra, ra—hay, Boys, what a Night we’ll have on’t,Gload, for Fiddles and Dancing.Alon.Tell your Mistress I will dispatch a little Affair, and wait on her.Gload.And pray, Sir, may I have leave to marry the Maid too?Alon.We’ll consider on’t.Hau.I am not such a Fool to venture tho, till I know the Coast is clear, for his very Looks are terrible; but go you,Gload, and tell her what he says.[Alonzotalks toLovis.EnterHippolytafrom aside.Hip.These be the Men that rescu’d me this morning,And are not to be employ’d in my Affair.But yonder Stranger has a noble Look,And from him I’ll intreat this Favour—Sir—[ToAlonzo.Alon.With me, Sir?Hip.Yes, please you to walk a little this way, Sir.[Takes him aside.Hau.Well, make you sure of Fiddles, for look ye, we’ll appear to night like our selves.Gload.It shall be done, Sir.Hip.I am a Stranger and a Gentleman,And have an humble Suit to you.Alon.You may command me any thing.Hip.Sir, there is a Gentleman, if I may call him so, that dares do ill; has put a base Affront upon a Lady—a Lady whom all brave Men are bound to vindicate: I’ve writ him here a Challenge, and only beg you’ll give it him; I will attend you in St.Peter’sGrove, where I desire the perfidiousAntonio(for that’s his Name, to whom this is directed) to meet me.Alon.I’m pleas’d to see this Gallantry in a Man so young, and will serve you in this, or whatever else you shall command. But where is thisAntonio?Hip.That I’ll inquire of these. Sir, pray can you give any account of the Cavalier[ToHaunce,who starts as afraid.]you fought with this Morning in St.Peter’sGrove, that had a Lady with him?Hau.So, now perhaps I shall be hang’d for that.[Aside.I fight, Sir! I never fought in my Life, nor saw no Man, not I.Gload.’Sha, you may confess it, Sir; there’s no Law against killing inSpain.Hip.How, have you murder’d him?[Takes hold of him.Hau.This Rogue has a mind to have me dispatch’d.[Aside.Hold, Sir, the Man’s as well and alive as you are, and is now at my Lodgings: look ye, here’s the Dagger I disarm’d him of—but that I do not love to boast.[Shews it.Hip.It is the same.Alon.Sir, I shall not fail to wait on you with the Answer I receive.Hip.I humbly thank you, Sir.Alon.So prithee, dearLovis, go make my excuse to your Sister for a moment, and let her get all things ready against I come; let the Priest too wait, for I see my Destiny, which I can no longer prevent, draws on apace.[ExitLovis.Come, Sir, you must conduct me toAntonio.[ExeuntAlonzo,Haunce, andGload.Hip.So now the Work’s half done, that will redeemAll the lost Credit of our Family.To kill, or to be kill’d, I care not which,[Weeps.So one or both expire; be strong, my Soul,And let no feeble Woman dwell about thee.Hence Fears and Pity, such poor things as theseCannot the Storms of my Revenge appease:Those Showers must from his treacherous Heart proceed,If I can live and seeAntoniobleed.[Sighs, and Exit.Scene III.A deep Grove.EnterMarcelalone.Mar.The hour is almost come which I appointed,And yet noSilvioappears, the time seems long to me;But he that’s circled in his Mistress’ Arms,Forgets the hasty hours,And passes them as unregarded by,As Men do Beggars who demand a Charity.EnterHippolyta.Young Man, hast thou encounter’d none within this Grove?Hip.Not any, Sir,—Marcel!my injur’d Brother!Mar.Why dost thou turn away, and hide thy Face?Hip.’Tis not my Face I hide, but Sorrow there.[Weeps.Mar.Trust me, thou weepest; would I could do so too,That I might be less angry;And Silence best expresses Grief:But thine’s a saucy Sorrow dares approachA Face so fair and young.Hip.If the Ingrate for whom I grieve had thought so, I might have spar’d my Tears. Farewel, Sir.Mar.Stay, hast thou been a Lover?Hip.A very, very passionate one.Mar.And wert thou not belov’d?Hip.At first, to draw me in, the cunning Artist Made me believe I was.Mar.Oh! I could kiss thee now, for the allianceBetween thy Grief and mine.Hadst thou a loose and wanton Sister too,Then thou wert perfect wretched, as I am.[Weeps.But prithee leave me, now I think of it:For shouldst thou stay, thou’dst rob me of my Anger;For since a Youth like thee can be unhappy,With such a Shape, and so divine a Face,Methinks I should not quarrel with my Star,But bow to all my faithless Mistress’ Scorns.[Hollowing within.]So ho, ho, so ho, ho—Mar.So ho, so ho, ho, ho—’Tis my false Rival.Now leave me, Sir, to reassume my Anger.Hip.I will obey—farewel—My own Despair makes me neglect his Life.[Goes out.EnterSilvio.Mar.’TisSilvio.Silv.You see I have obey’d you, Sir.Mar.Come, Sir, your Sword.Silv.You are my Brother, and ’twere an impious Action,To fight you unprovok’d: give me a cause,Nay, and a just one too, or I shall find it hard—To woundCleonte’sBrother.[Aside sighing.Mar.Thou cam’st prepar’d to talk, and not to fight.I cannot blame thee for’t, for were ISilvio,Thus I would do to save a Life belov’d:[Offers to fight,Silviosteps back.But ’twill not serve you now.Silv.Your Reason, Sir, and I’m ready, if it be just.Mar.Oh do not urge me to repeat my Wrongs,For if thou dost, I hardly shall have Man enough remainTo fight thee fairly.[Offers still.Silv.Surely he knows my Passion forCleonte—[Aside.I urge the Reason still.Mar.Hast thou forgot thy last Night’s Treachery?How like a Thief thou stol’st into her Lodgings?Silv.’Tis so—’tis true,Marcel, I rudely did intrude—Mar.Oh, quickly haste—this looks like Women’s jangling.[Offers to fight again.Silv.Oh, is it bravely done,Marcel, to punishA Passion which you ought to pity rather?’Tis what I cannot reconcile nor justify:And so distracted it has made me too—I will not fight in so unjust a Cause.Kill me, and I’ll embrace you whilst I die;A thousand Wounds imprintedon this Body,Will bring less Pain than that her Eyes have caus’d.Here strike—Pity my Pain and ease me.[Opens his Arms, and throws away his Sword.Mar.I find thou hast a Charm about thy Tongue,And thou implor’st thy Death in such a way,I cannot hurt thee; and it gives me hopesThou art not yet so bless’d to be belov’d,For then thou wouldst not be thus desperate.Silv.Oh yes, I am belov’d.Mar.Oh do not say thou art,Nor take me from a Calmness, that may spare thee.Silv.Not say I am belov’d! thou canst not hire meWith Life or fuller Joy, to say I am not.If there be Truth and Love in Innocence, she loves me.Mar.Yet, yet, ye Gods, I can endure—say, but thou art not,For I would yet preserve thee.Silv.Oh, canst thou wish that I should fall so low,To save my Life with Lyes; the poorest Sin of all the number?Mar.Then once again thou hast debauch’d my Pity.[Takes to his Sword.Silv.Her Passion I will justify, but not my own;Her’s is as pure as Prayers of Penitence;But mine—I cannot give a Name to.[They fight: EnterAlonzo, and parts them.Alon.How now, what’s here to do!Marcel?Mar.Alonzo!the only Man I wish to shun.Silv.I’m glad, who e’er thou be’st thou hast prevented us.Alon.Thou hast more Wit than he, then I find: Your Quarrel, Sir, may a Man have leave to enquire into’t?Mar.This is thatSilvio, that noble Youth my Brother, whom thou hast often heard me name.Alon.An excellent Character for an Enemy, Noble, and Brother: For shame put up your Swords, and I’ll be Judge between ye.Mar.The Case is soon decided; I will not tell you with how tedious a Courtship I won the Heart, as I thought, of a young Beauty of this Town—and yesterday receiv’d a Billet from her, to wait on her at night, to receive the recompence of all my Pains and Sufferings—In this extasy of Joy I show’d him the Paper; and he getting thither before me, rob’d me of my Prize.Silv.I am so pleas’d at this mistake of thine, I can forgive it freely.Mar.Not content with this, most treacherously, hid in the shades of Night, he met me in the Hall of this false Woman, and stab’d me, which did secure his flight with her; and wouldst thou have me put this Injury up?Alon.Faith, you must, and your Sword too,Unless you mean to keep it drawn on me.’Twas I that wounded you i’ th’ dark; and it was IThat rob’d you ofClarinda.Mar.Thou?Alon.I, am I so unlikely a Man to do such a feat?Mar.How dare you, Sir, do this?Alon.I dare do any thing, but break my Word, as thou hast basely done with me—But I am now in haste, and should be glad to know where to meet you anon.Mar.I’ll wait on you at the farther side of this Grove by the River.Alon.I will not fail you—[Ex.Alonzo.Mar.Come, Sir, till I can better prove you are my Rival, I will believe you are my Friend and Brother.Silv.When thou shalt know my miserable Story,Thou wilt believe and pity me.[Go out.Enter againHippolytafrom out of the Wood.Hip.I wonder this Cavalier stays so long,Pray Heaven he meetAntonio.EnterAlonzo.Your Servant, Sir.Alon.The Cavalier to whom you sent me, Sir, Will wait upon you here.Hip.I humbly thank you, Sir, and should be glad to know how I might pay my Gratitude.Alon.My Duty ends not here; I have a Sword to serve you.Hip.You shame me with this Generosity; but, Sir, I hope my own will be sufficient in so good a Cause.Alon.Tho you are young, I question not your Bravery; But I must beg to stay and see fair play, And offer you my Service when you’ve done.Hip.The Enemy appears, Sir,—and since you are so good, I beg you would retire behind those Trees; for if he see us both, since he is single, he will suspect some treachery.Alon.You’ve reason, Sir, and I’ll obey you.[Goes aside.EnterAntonioreading a Paper.SIR,I do desire you to meet me inSt. Peter’sGrove, with your Sword in your Hand, about an Hour hence; you will guess my Business, when you know my name to beAlonzo.Alon.How’s that?[Aside.Ant.I wish’t had been another Enemy,Since from the Justice of his Cause I fearAn ill success; would I had seenHippolyta,That e’er I dy’d I might have had her pardon.This Conscience—’tis ominous,But ne’er appears in any horrid shape,Till it approaches Death—[Goes forward, seesHippolyta, who justles him in passing by; he stops and looks.Hip.You seem, Sir, to be he whom I expect.Ant.I’m call’dAntonio, Sir—Hip.And IAlonzo; the rest we need not ask,For thou art well acquainted with my Injuries,And I with thy Perfidiousness.[Draws.Ant.I know of none you have receiv’d from me,If onHippolyta’saccount you fight:She lov’d me, and believ’d; and what dull LoverWould have refus’d a Maid so easily gain’d?Hip.Ah, Traytor, by how base a wayThou wouldst evade thy Fate?Didst thou not know she was my Wife by promise?Did notMarcel,Ambrosio, all consentTo make her mine as soon as I arriv’d?Alon.Who the Devil’s that young Bully that takes my Name, and my Concerns upon him?[Aside.Hip.But why should I expect a Truth from thee,Who after so much time, so many Vows,So many Tears, Despairs and Sighs, at lastDidst gain a Credit with this easy Fool,Then left her to her shames, and her despairs?—Come, Sir—Or I shall talk my self to calmness—[Aside.Ant.I’m ready, Sir, to justify the Deed.[They offer to fight,Alonzosteps forth.Alon.Hold! hold! fair Thief that rob’st me of my Name,And wouldst my Honour too;[Puts her by.If thou hast wrong’d the fairHippolyta,[ToAntonio.No Man but I has right to do her justice.Or you are both my Rivals—tell me which,Which of you is it I must kill—or both?I amAlonzo, who dares loveHippolyta?Hip.Let not your friendship, Sir, proceed so far,To take my Name, to take my Quarrel on you.Alon.In this Dispute none’s more concern’d than I,And I will keep my ground in such a cause,Tho all the Rivals that her Beauty makes me,Were arm’d to take my Life away.Ant.Come, Sir, I care not which of you’sAlonzo.[They go to fight, she holdsAlonzo.Hip.This Gallantry’s too much, brave Stranger.Antonio, hurt him not; I am the wrong’dAlonzo,And this a perfect Stranger to the business,Who seeing me appear less Man than he,And unacquainted with my Deeds abroad,In Bounty takes my Name and Quarrel on him.Alon.Take heed, young Man, and keep thy Virtue in,Lest thus misguided it become a Crime.But thou, he says, hast wrong’dHippolyta,[ToAntonio.And I am he must punish it.Hip.Sure it is he indeed—For such a Miracle my Brother render’d him,[Aside.Hold, hold, thou Wonder of thy Sex—[They fight.Alon.Stand by, I shall be angry with thee else,And that will be unsafe—[AsAlonzofights with one Hand, he keeps her off with t’other; she presses still forward onAntoniowith her Sword, indeavouring to keep backAlonzo.Enter to themMarcel.Mar.Sure I heard the Noise of Swords this way![Draws.Hah, two against one! Courage, Sir.[ToAntonio.[They fight all four,MarcelwithHippolytawhom he wounds, andAlonzowithAntonio, who is disarmed.Hip.Good Heaven, how just thou art!Mar.What, dost thou faint already?—Hah, the pretty talking Youth I saw but now![Runs to her, and holds her up.Alas, how dost thou?Hip.Well, since thy Hand has wounded me—Ant.My Life is yours, nor would I ask the Gift,But to repair my Injuries toHippolyta.Alon.I give it thee—[Gives him his Sword.Mar.How,Antonio!—What unkind Hand has rob’d me of the justiceOf killing thee?Alon.His that was once thy Friend,Marcel.Mar.Oh! dost thou know my Shame?[Turns away.Alon.I know thou art false to Friendship,And therefore do demand mine back again, thou’st us’d it scurvily.Mar.Thou knowst too much to think I’ve injur’d thee.Alon.Not injur’d me! Who was it promis’d meHippolyta?Who his Alliance, and his Friendship too?And who has broke them all, but thou perfidious?Come, ’tisHippolytathat I demand.Mar.By this he should not know my Sister’s Shame.[Aside.Oh, Sir, you must not haveHippolyta.Alon.How! not haveHippolyta!Tho every Step were guarded by a Brother,Tho she were circled round about with Rivals,Ye should not all have Power to keep her from me.Not haveHippolyta!—’Sdeath, Sir, because I do not know my Birth,And cannot boast a little empty Title,I must not haveHippolyta.—Now I will have her; and when you know I can,You shall petition me to marry her.And yet I will not do’t. Come, Sir—[Offers to fight.Hip.Hold, hold, brave Man, or turn your Sword on me.I am the unhappy Cause of all your Rage:’Tis I, generousAlonzo, that can tell youWhat he’s asham’d to own,And thou wilt blush to hear.Mar.Hippolyta!thou wretched wicked Woman:Thus I reward thy Sins—[Offers to kill her,Antoniosteps between.Ant.Hold, Sir, and touch her not without my leave,She is my Wife; by sacred Vows my Wife.Alon.I understand no riddling; but whoever thou be’st.Man or Woman, thou’rt worth our Care—She faints—come, let us bear her hence.[She faints,Antoniokneels to her.Ant.Oh stay,Hippolyta, and take me with thee,For I’ve no use of Life when thou art gone.[Weeps.Here, kill me, braveMarcel—and yet you need not;My own Remorse, and Grief will be sufficient.Mar.I credit thee, and leave thee to their Mercy.Hip.That Goodness, Sir, has call’d me back to Life,To pay my humble Thanks; could you have Mercy too,To pardon me—you might redeem my Soul.Mar.Some Pity I have yet, that may preserve thee too,Provided this Repentance be not feign’d.Ant.My Life, Sir, is Security for both.Mar.Doubt not, I’ll take the Forfeit, Sir—Come,Hippolyta.Thy Father’s House shall once again receive thee.Ant.Lean on my Arm, my dearest.Mar.Sir, by the way, I’ll let you know her Story,And then perhaps you will not blame my Friendship.Alon.And in return, I’ll give you backClarinda—And beg your Pardon for the Wound I gave you.[Exeunt, leadingHippolyta.ACT V.Scene I.A Garden.EnterCleonte,Clarindaweeping, andDormidaandFrancisca.Cleo.Fear not, I’ll use my Interest both with yourMother and my Father, to set your Heart at rest,Whose Pain I feel by something in my own.Clar.The Gods reward your Bounty, fairCleonte.Dor.I, I, Madam, I beseech you make our Peace with my good Lady her Mother, whatsoever becomes of the rest, for she’ll e’en die with Grief—[Weeps.She had but two fair Pledges of her Nuptial Bed.And both by cruel Fate are ravisht from her.Manuela Child was lost,And this; not holy Relicks were more strictly guarded,Till falseMarcelbetray’d me to debauch her.[Weeps aloud.Cleo.Alas, had you a Brother once?[ToClarinda.Clar.Madam, I might have had: but he was lost e’er I was born.Cleo.Ah! would mySilviohad been so.[Aside.By what strange Accident,Clarinda?Dor.Madam, I can inform you best.[Puts herself between.Cleo.Do then,Dormida.Dor.Madam, you must know, my LadyOctavia, for that’s her name, was in her Youth the very Flower of Beauty and Vertue: Oh such a Face and Shape! had you but seen her—And tho I say it, Madam, I thought my self too somebody then.Clar.Thou art tedious: Madam, ’tis true my Mother had the Reputation of both those Attractions, which gain’d her many Lovers: amongst the rest, DonManuel, and DonAlonzo, were most worthy her Esteem.Dor.Ay, Madam, DonAlonzo, there was a Man for you, so obliging and so bountiful—Well, I’ll give youArgument of both to me: for you must know I was a Beauty then, and worth obliging.[Puts herself between.And he was the Man my Lady lov’d, tho DonManuelwere the richer: but to my own Story—Cleo.Forward,Clarinda.
Glo.Ay, Madam—my Master—has many more:But if you please to tell him his Rival’s Name—
Glo.Ay, Madam—my Master—has many more:
But if you please to tell him his Rival’s Name—
Hau.I’ll have your Ears for this, Sirrah, the next time I’m soundly drunk, and you know that won’t be long.[Aside.
Lord, Madam, my Man knows not what he says.Ye Rascal, say I have no Courage—or I will drink my self to the Miracle of Valour, and exercise it all on thee.
Glo.I know what I do, Sir, you had Courage this Morning, is the Fit over?
Hau.Have I not slept since, you Rogue, have I not?
Glo.I have a trick to save your Honour, Sir, and therefore I will stand in’t you have Courage.
Hau.A Pox of your Trick, the Rogue knows I dare not chastise him now, for fear they should think I have Valour.
Glo.Madam, my Master’s modest, but tell him who ’tis he must fight with—
Hau.Oh, for a Tun of Rhenish—that I might abundantly beat thee—
Euph.Your Rival’s Name’sAlonzo, Sir.
Hau.Oh the Devil, a thundring Name too; but will this same—Alonzomake no allowance for necessity?—I vow ’tis pure necessity in me to marry you: the old Men being agreed upon the Matter, I am but an Instrument—alas, not I,[Crys.
A very Tool, as they say, so I am.
Glo.Lord, Sir, why do you cry? I meant no harm.
Hau.No harm, you Rascal—to say I am valiant.
Glo.Why, yes, Sir, and if you would say so too, at worst ’twas but getting DonLovisto have fought for you; you know that’s a small courtesy to a Friend.
Hau.Faith, now thou art in the right; he’ll do his Business for him, I’ll warrant him.[Wipes his Eyes.
Nay then, Madam, I have Courage, and will to this Don—thisAlonzoyou speak of; and if he do not resign you, and consign you too, I’ll make him; yes, make him, do ye see—IfLovisshould refuse me now—[Aside.
Glo.Shaw, Sir, he makes nothing to kill a Man, ten or twenty.
Euph.Well, since you are so resolv’d, my Brother will tell you where to find thisAlonzo; and tell him, I must marry you to day, for I am resolv’d not to lie alone tonight.
Hau.What would not a Man do for so kind a Mistress?
Euph.Well, get you about it strait then, lest my Father’s coming prevent it.[ExeuntEuphemiaandOlinda.
Hau.I am gone—but ifLovisshould fail—
Glo.He would beat you, if he thought you doubted him.
Hau.I’ll keep my Fears then to my self.[Go out.
Scene II.The Street.
EnterHippolytadrest like a Man, with a Paper.
Hip.Thus I dare look abroad again:Methinks I am not what I was,My Soul too is all Man;Where dwells no Tenderness, no womanish Passions.I cannot sigh, nor weep, nor think of Love,But as a foolish Dream that’s gone and past.Revenge has took possession of my Soul,And drove those Shadows thence; and shows me nowLove, in so poor, so despicable a Shape,So quite devested of his Artful Beauty,That I’m asham’d I ever was his Votary.Well, here’s my Challenge toAntonio;But how to get it to him is the Question.Base as he is, he’ll not refuse to come,And since he never saw the wrong’dAlonzo,Sure I may pass for him. Who’s here?—
Hip.Thus I dare look abroad again:
Methinks I am not what I was,
My Soul too is all Man;
Where dwells no Tenderness, no womanish Passions.
I cannot sigh, nor weep, nor think of Love,
But as a foolish Dream that’s gone and past.
Revenge has took possession of my Soul,
And drove those Shadows thence; and shows me now
Love, in so poor, so despicable a Shape,
So quite devested of his Artful Beauty,
That I’m asham’d I ever was his Votary.
Well, here’s my Challenge toAntonio;
But how to get it to him is the Question.
Base as he is, he’ll not refuse to come,
And since he never saw the wrong’dAlonzo,
Sure I may pass for him. Who’s here?—
EnterHaunceandGload. She stands aside.
Hau.Gload, if it were possible I could be sober, and valiant at once, I should now be provok’d to exercise it: for I cannot findLovis, and then how I shall come off, the Lord knows. And then again, for letting the Lady go, whom I rescu’d in the Grove this Morning.
Glo.Should I disobey a Lady, Sir? for she commanded me to let her go so soon as she came into the Gate. And, Sir, look, here comes DonLovis.
EnterLovisandAlonzo.
Hau.Oh, BrotherLovis, where the Devil have you been all this Day? I stay’d for you to go with me to your Sister’s, as long as Flesh and Blood could forbear.
Lov.Why, have you been there without me?
Hau.Yes, marry have I, Sir.
Alon.I am undone then—[Aside.
Hau.I needed no Recommendation mun, for when I came they were all as well acquainted with me—I never saw them before; but by the way, they are all no wiser than they should be, except your Sister, who is the pretty’st loving, sweet Rogue—
Alon.How’s this?
Lov.But have you seen my Sister?
Hau.Seen her! yes, and will marry her too mun before Night, an she were a thousand Sisters—but harkye,Lovis, the business is this—you must know that before I marry her, I am to seek out a certain Fellow, they call—they callAlonzo, ay, ay,Alonzo—a Pox on him, a troublesome Rascal they say he is; and his leave, it seems, must be askt to marry your Sister.
Lov.Well, Sir, and what if he will not give you leave?
Hau.Why then, you must know I am to get him very well favour’dly beaten.
Alon.Sure this is the Coxcomb himself.
Hau.Now for your Sister’s sake, who loves me, poor thing, I will not run the danger of beating him my self, but must desire that small courtesy of thee.
Lov.How! I beat him?
Hau.You beat him, yes, you; what a Pox do you scruple such a kindness to a Friend? I know you make no more of killing a Man next your Heart in a Morning, than I do of eating a pickled Herring.
Lov.But she desir’d you to do’t.
Hau.That’s all one so it be done, mun; besides, why should I run my self into a Premunire, when I need not? Your Father is bound by Agreement to mine, to deliver me the Wares (that is, his Daughter) safe and sound; and I have no more to do, but to protest against him in case of Non-performance. ’Twill be a dear Commodity to me at this rate.[Cries.
Lov.Well, Sir, I’ll see what may be done.
Hau.Spoke like a Friend now: Well, you must about it instantly, for I must be married to day.
Alon.Must you so, Sir?—
Hau.Yes marry must I, Sir—Who the Devil’s this now?[ToLovis.
Alon.That sameAlonzowhom you inquire for.
Hau.Are you so, Sir?—Why, what then, Sir,—Lovis,Lovis.[Runs behindLovis.
Alon.What then, Sir? then I tell you, I will not be beaten.
Hau.Look ye here now—Lovis.
Lov.Ha, ha, ha, canst thou be angry with him?[ToAlonzo.
Hau.I, can you be angry with me?
Alon.I know not why an Ass should have more privilege than any other rude Beast.
Lov.Ha, ha, ha, this Humour’s so pleasant in thee, I wish thou wouldst pursue it a little—Haunce, bear up to him, he’s but a mere Huff, ha, ha, ha.[Claps him on the Back, he goes fearfully forward.
Glo.I, Sir, as long as DonLovisis here, you may say what you will.
Hau.May I so?—and why, Sir?—am I, Sir—an Ass, Sir?[Runs behindLovis.
Alon.’Sdeath, you Rascal, do you question me?
Hau.Oh, hold, Sir, hold, not I, God forbid I should question it,Lovis—is it, indeed,Alonzo, hah?
Lov.Yes indeed is it.
Hau.And wilt thou not do so much as to beat him for me a little?
Lov.Not I, I dare not, he’s a terrible Man.
Hau.Why look you here now, you damn’d Rogue,[ToGload.]Have not you serv’d me finely, hah?
Gload.Why, Sir, ’tis but crying Peccavi.
Hau.Peccavi, and be hang’d to you—Lord, Sir,[ToAlonzo.]why are you so angry? I came but to ask you a civil Question, from my Wife that must be.
Alon.You must ask me leave, first.
Hau.Yes, yes, Sir, so she said mun; for she must marry me to night.
Alon.Yes, you shall have it with this—too.[Draws.
Hau.Why look you[Haunceruns away,Lovisstayshim.]here now, here’s damn’d doings. For my part,I declare it here uponmy Death-bed, I am forc’d to what I do, and you kill me against my Will.
Alon.Do’st think we are not discover’d in our Design? I’d kill the Dog if I thought we were.
Lov.I believe not; and perceive by my Sister’s Message, that we are to come to her, and prevent this Fellow’s marrying her.
Alon.Well, Sir, I’ll spare your Life, and give your Mistress leave to marry to night.
Hau.How, Sir, to Night?—But is he in earnest,Lovis?
Lov.In very good earnest.
Hau.Tan, ta, ra, ra, ra—hay, Boys, what a Night we’ll have on’t,Gload, for Fiddles and Dancing.
Alon.Tell your Mistress I will dispatch a little Affair, and wait on her.
Gload.And pray, Sir, may I have leave to marry the Maid too?
Alon.We’ll consider on’t.
Hau.I am not such a Fool to venture tho, till I know the Coast is clear, for his very Looks are terrible; but go you,Gload, and tell her what he says.[Alonzotalks toLovis.
EnterHippolytafrom aside.
Hip.These be the Men that rescu’d me this morning,And are not to be employ’d in my Affair.But yonder Stranger has a noble Look,And from him I’ll intreat this Favour—Sir—[ToAlonzo.
Hip.These be the Men that rescu’d me this morning,
And are not to be employ’d in my Affair.
But yonder Stranger has a noble Look,
And from him I’ll intreat this Favour—Sir—[ToAlonzo.
Alon.With me, Sir?
Hip.Yes, please you to walk a little this way, Sir.[Takes him aside.
Hau.Well, make you sure of Fiddles, for look ye, we’ll appear to night like our selves.
Gload.It shall be done, Sir.
Hip.I am a Stranger and a Gentleman,And have an humble Suit to you.
Hip.I am a Stranger and a Gentleman,
And have an humble Suit to you.
Alon.You may command me any thing.
Hip.Sir, there is a Gentleman, if I may call him so, that dares do ill; has put a base Affront upon a Lady—a Lady whom all brave Men are bound to vindicate: I’ve writ him here a Challenge, and only beg you’ll give it him; I will attend you in St.Peter’sGrove, where I desire the perfidiousAntonio(for that’s his Name, to whom this is directed) to meet me.
Alon.I’m pleas’d to see this Gallantry in a Man so young, and will serve you in this, or whatever else you shall command. But where is thisAntonio?
Hip.That I’ll inquire of these. Sir, pray can you give any account of the Cavalier[ToHaunce,who starts as afraid.]you fought with this Morning in St.Peter’sGrove, that had a Lady with him?
Hau.So, now perhaps I shall be hang’d for that.[Aside.
I fight, Sir! I never fought in my Life, nor saw no Man, not I.
Gload.’Sha, you may confess it, Sir; there’s no Law against killing inSpain.
Hip.How, have you murder’d him?[Takes hold of him.
Hau.This Rogue has a mind to have me dispatch’d.[Aside.
Hold, Sir, the Man’s as well and alive as you are, and is now at my Lodgings: look ye, here’s the Dagger I disarm’d him of—but that I do not love to boast.[Shews it.
Hip.It is the same.
Alon.Sir, I shall not fail to wait on you with the Answer I receive.
Hip.I humbly thank you, Sir.
Alon.So prithee, dearLovis, go make my excuse to your Sister for a moment, and let her get all things ready against I come; let the Priest too wait, for I see my Destiny, which I can no longer prevent, draws on apace.[ExitLovis.
Come, Sir, you must conduct me toAntonio.
[ExeuntAlonzo,Haunce, andGload.
Hip.So now the Work’s half done, that will redeemAll the lost Credit of our Family.To kill, or to be kill’d, I care not which,[Weeps.So one or both expire; be strong, my Soul,And let no feeble Woman dwell about thee.Hence Fears and Pity, such poor things as theseCannot the Storms of my Revenge appease:Those Showers must from his treacherous Heart proceed,If I can live and seeAntoniobleed.[Sighs, and Exit.
Hip.So now the Work’s half done, that will redeem
All the lost Credit of our Family.
To kill, or to be kill’d, I care not which,[Weeps.
So one or both expire; be strong, my Soul,
And let no feeble Woman dwell about thee.
Hence Fears and Pity, such poor things as these
Cannot the Storms of my Revenge appease:
Those Showers must from his treacherous Heart proceed,
If I can live and seeAntoniobleed.[Sighs, and Exit.
Scene III.A deep Grove.
EnterMarcelalone.
Mar.The hour is almost come which I appointed,And yet noSilvioappears, the time seems long to me;But he that’s circled in his Mistress’ Arms,Forgets the hasty hours,And passes them as unregarded by,As Men do Beggars who demand a Charity.
Mar.The hour is almost come which I appointed,
And yet noSilvioappears, the time seems long to me;
But he that’s circled in his Mistress’ Arms,
Forgets the hasty hours,
And passes them as unregarded by,
As Men do Beggars who demand a Charity.
EnterHippolyta.
Young Man, hast thou encounter’d none within this Grove?
Hip.Not any, Sir,—Marcel!my injur’d Brother!
Mar.Why dost thou turn away, and hide thy Face?
Hip.’Tis not my Face I hide, but Sorrow there.[Weeps.
Mar.Trust me, thou weepest; would I could do so too,That I might be less angry;And Silence best expresses Grief:But thine’s a saucy Sorrow dares approachA Face so fair and young.
Mar.Trust me, thou weepest; would I could do so too,
That I might be less angry;
And Silence best expresses Grief:
But thine’s a saucy Sorrow dares approach
A Face so fair and young.
Hip.If the Ingrate for whom I grieve had thought so, I might have spar’d my Tears. Farewel, Sir.
Mar.Stay, hast thou been a Lover?
Hip.A very, very passionate one.
Mar.And wert thou not belov’d?
Hip.At first, to draw me in, the cunning Artist Made me believe I was.
Mar.Oh! I could kiss thee now, for the allianceBetween thy Grief and mine.Hadst thou a loose and wanton Sister too,Then thou wert perfect wretched, as I am.[Weeps.But prithee leave me, now I think of it:For shouldst thou stay, thou’dst rob me of my Anger;For since a Youth like thee can be unhappy,With such a Shape, and so divine a Face,Methinks I should not quarrel with my Star,But bow to all my faithless Mistress’ Scorns.
Mar.Oh! I could kiss thee now, for the alliance
Between thy Grief and mine.
Hadst thou a loose and wanton Sister too,
Then thou wert perfect wretched, as I am.[Weeps.
But prithee leave me, now I think of it:
For shouldst thou stay, thou’dst rob me of my Anger;
For since a Youth like thee can be unhappy,
With such a Shape, and so divine a Face,
Methinks I should not quarrel with my Star,
But bow to all my faithless Mistress’ Scorns.
[Hollowing within.]So ho, ho, so ho, ho—
Mar.So ho, so ho, ho, ho—’Tis my false Rival.Now leave me, Sir, to reassume my Anger.
Mar.So ho, so ho, ho, ho—’Tis my false Rival.
Now leave me, Sir, to reassume my Anger.
Hip.I will obey—farewel—My own Despair makes me neglect his Life.[Goes out.
Hip.I will obey—farewel—
My own Despair makes me neglect his Life.[Goes out.
EnterSilvio.
Mar.’TisSilvio.
Silv.You see I have obey’d you, Sir.
Mar.Come, Sir, your Sword.
Silv.You are my Brother, and ’twere an impious Action,To fight you unprovok’d: give me a cause,Nay, and a just one too, or I shall find it hard—To woundCleonte’sBrother.[Aside sighing.
Silv.You are my Brother, and ’twere an impious Action,
To fight you unprovok’d: give me a cause,
Nay, and a just one too, or I shall find it hard
—To woundCleonte’sBrother.[Aside sighing.
Mar.Thou cam’st prepar’d to talk, and not to fight.I cannot blame thee for’t, for were ISilvio,Thus I would do to save a Life belov’d:[Offers to fight,Silviosteps back.But ’twill not serve you now.
Mar.Thou cam’st prepar’d to talk, and not to fight.
I cannot blame thee for’t, for were ISilvio,
Thus I would do to save a Life belov’d:[Offers to fight,Silviosteps back.
But ’twill not serve you now.
Silv.Your Reason, Sir, and I’m ready, if it be just.
Mar.Oh do not urge me to repeat my Wrongs,For if thou dost, I hardly shall have Man enough remainTo fight thee fairly.[Offers still.
Mar.Oh do not urge me to repeat my Wrongs,
For if thou dost, I hardly shall have Man enough remain
To fight thee fairly.[Offers still.
Silv.Surely he knows my Passion forCleonte—[Aside.
I urge the Reason still.
Mar.Hast thou forgot thy last Night’s Treachery?How like a Thief thou stol’st into her Lodgings?
Mar.Hast thou forgot thy last Night’s Treachery?
How like a Thief thou stol’st into her Lodgings?
Silv.’Tis so—’tis true,Marcel, I rudely did intrude—
Mar.Oh, quickly haste—this looks like Women’s jangling.[Offers to fight again.
Silv.Oh, is it bravely done,Marcel, to punishA Passion which you ought to pity rather?’Tis what I cannot reconcile nor justify:And so distracted it has made me too—I will not fight in so unjust a Cause.Kill me, and I’ll embrace you whilst I die;A thousand Wounds imprintedon this Body,Will bring less Pain than that her Eyes have caus’d.Here strike—Pity my Pain and ease me.[Opens his Arms, and throws away his Sword.
Silv.Oh, is it bravely done,Marcel, to punish
A Passion which you ought to pity rather?
’Tis what I cannot reconcile nor justify:
And so distracted it has made me too—
I will not fight in so unjust a Cause.
Kill me, and I’ll embrace you whilst I die;
A thousand Wounds imprintedon this Body,
Will bring less Pain than that her Eyes have caus’d.
Here strike—Pity my Pain and ease me.[Opens his Arms, and throws away his Sword.
Mar.I find thou hast a Charm about thy Tongue,And thou implor’st thy Death in such a way,I cannot hurt thee; and it gives me hopesThou art not yet so bless’d to be belov’d,For then thou wouldst not be thus desperate.
Mar.I find thou hast a Charm about thy Tongue,
And thou implor’st thy Death in such a way,
I cannot hurt thee; and it gives me hopes
Thou art not yet so bless’d to be belov’d,
For then thou wouldst not be thus desperate.
Silv.Oh yes, I am belov’d.
Mar.Oh do not say thou art,Nor take me from a Calmness, that may spare thee.
Mar.Oh do not say thou art,
Nor take me from a Calmness, that may spare thee.
Silv.Not say I am belov’d! thou canst not hire meWith Life or fuller Joy, to say I am not.If there be Truth and Love in Innocence, she loves me.
Silv.Not say I am belov’d! thou canst not hire me
With Life or fuller Joy, to say I am not.
If there be Truth and Love in Innocence, she loves me.
Mar.Yet, yet, ye Gods, I can endure—say, but thou art not,For I would yet preserve thee.
Mar.Yet, yet, ye Gods, I can endure—say, but thou art not,
For I would yet preserve thee.
Silv.Oh, canst thou wish that I should fall so low,To save my Life with Lyes; the poorest Sin of all the number?
Silv.Oh, canst thou wish that I should fall so low,
To save my Life with Lyes; the poorest Sin of all the number?
Mar.Then once again thou hast debauch’d my Pity.[Takes to his Sword.
Silv.Her Passion I will justify, but not my own;Her’s is as pure as Prayers of Penitence;But mine—I cannot give a Name to.
Silv.Her Passion I will justify, but not my own;
Her’s is as pure as Prayers of Penitence;
But mine—I cannot give a Name to.
[They fight: EnterAlonzo, and parts them.
Alon.How now, what’s here to do!Marcel?
Mar.Alonzo!the only Man I wish to shun.
Silv.I’m glad, who e’er thou be’st thou hast prevented us.
Alon.Thou hast more Wit than he, then I find: Your Quarrel, Sir, may a Man have leave to enquire into’t?
Mar.This is thatSilvio, that noble Youth my Brother, whom thou hast often heard me name.
Alon.An excellent Character for an Enemy, Noble, and Brother: For shame put up your Swords, and I’ll be Judge between ye.
Mar.The Case is soon decided; I will not tell you with how tedious a Courtship I won the Heart, as I thought, of a young Beauty of this Town—and yesterday receiv’d a Billet from her, to wait on her at night, to receive the recompence of all my Pains and Sufferings—In this extasy of Joy I show’d him the Paper; and he getting thither before me, rob’d me of my Prize.
Silv.I am so pleas’d at this mistake of thine, I can forgive it freely.
Mar.Not content with this, most treacherously, hid in the shades of Night, he met me in the Hall of this false Woman, and stab’d me, which did secure his flight with her; and wouldst thou have me put this Injury up?
Alon.Faith, you must, and your Sword too,Unless you mean to keep it drawn on me.’Twas I that wounded you i’ th’ dark; and it was IThat rob’d you ofClarinda.
Alon.Faith, you must, and your Sword too,
Unless you mean to keep it drawn on me.
’Twas I that wounded you i’ th’ dark; and it was I
That rob’d you ofClarinda.
Mar.Thou?
Alon.I, am I so unlikely a Man to do such a feat?
Mar.How dare you, Sir, do this?
Alon.I dare do any thing, but break my Word, as thou hast basely done with me—But I am now in haste, and should be glad to know where to meet you anon.
Mar.I’ll wait on you at the farther side of this Grove by the River.
Alon.I will not fail you—[Ex.Alonzo.
Mar.Come, Sir, till I can better prove you are my Rival, I will believe you are my Friend and Brother.
Silv.When thou shalt know my miserable Story,Thou wilt believe and pity me.[Go out.
Silv.When thou shalt know my miserable Story,
Thou wilt believe and pity me.[Go out.
Enter againHippolytafrom out of the Wood.
Hip.I wonder this Cavalier stays so long,Pray Heaven he meetAntonio.
EnterAlonzo.
Your Servant, Sir.
Alon.The Cavalier to whom you sent me, Sir, Will wait upon you here.
Hip.I humbly thank you, Sir, and should be glad to know how I might pay my Gratitude.
Alon.My Duty ends not here; I have a Sword to serve you.
Hip.You shame me with this Generosity; but, Sir, I hope my own will be sufficient in so good a Cause.
Alon.Tho you are young, I question not your Bravery; But I must beg to stay and see fair play, And offer you my Service when you’ve done.
Hip.The Enemy appears, Sir,—and since you are so good, I beg you would retire behind those Trees; for if he see us both, since he is single, he will suspect some treachery.
Alon.You’ve reason, Sir, and I’ll obey you.[Goes aside.
EnterAntonioreading a Paper.
SIR,
I do desire you to meet me inSt. Peter’sGrove, with your Sword in your Hand, about an Hour hence; you will guess my Business, when you know my name to be
Alonzo.
Alon.How’s that?[Aside.
Ant.I wish’t had been another Enemy,Since from the Justice of his Cause I fearAn ill success; would I had seenHippolyta,That e’er I dy’d I might have had her pardon.This Conscience—’tis ominous,But ne’er appears in any horrid shape,Till it approaches Death—
Ant.I wish’t had been another Enemy,
Since from the Justice of his Cause I fear
An ill success; would I had seenHippolyta,
That e’er I dy’d I might have had her pardon.
This Conscience—’tis ominous,
But ne’er appears in any horrid shape,
Till it approaches Death—
[Goes forward, seesHippolyta, who justles him in passing by; he stops and looks.
Hip.You seem, Sir, to be he whom I expect.
Ant.I’m call’dAntonio, Sir—
Hip.And IAlonzo; the rest we need not ask,For thou art well acquainted with my Injuries,And I with thy Perfidiousness.[Draws.
Hip.And IAlonzo; the rest we need not ask,
For thou art well acquainted with my Injuries,
And I with thy Perfidiousness.[Draws.
Ant.I know of none you have receiv’d from me,If onHippolyta’saccount you fight:She lov’d me, and believ’d; and what dull LoverWould have refus’d a Maid so easily gain’d?
Ant.I know of none you have receiv’d from me,
If onHippolyta’saccount you fight:
She lov’d me, and believ’d; and what dull Lover
Would have refus’d a Maid so easily gain’d?
Hip.Ah, Traytor, by how base a wayThou wouldst evade thy Fate?Didst thou not know she was my Wife by promise?Did notMarcel,Ambrosio, all consentTo make her mine as soon as I arriv’d?
Hip.Ah, Traytor, by how base a way
Thou wouldst evade thy Fate?
Didst thou not know she was my Wife by promise?
Did notMarcel,Ambrosio, all consent
To make her mine as soon as I arriv’d?
Alon.Who the Devil’s that young Bully that takes my Name, and my Concerns upon him?[Aside.
Hip.But why should I expect a Truth from thee,Who after so much time, so many Vows,So many Tears, Despairs and Sighs, at lastDidst gain a Credit with this easy Fool,Then left her to her shames, and her despairs?—Come, Sir—Or I shall talk my self to calmness—[Aside.
Hip.But why should I expect a Truth from thee,
Who after so much time, so many Vows,
So many Tears, Despairs and Sighs, at last
Didst gain a Credit with this easy Fool,
Then left her to her shames, and her despairs?—Come, Sir—
Or I shall talk my self to calmness—[Aside.
Ant.I’m ready, Sir, to justify the Deed.
[They offer to fight,Alonzosteps forth.
Alon.Hold! hold! fair Thief that rob’st me of my Name,And wouldst my Honour too;[Puts her by.If thou hast wrong’d the fairHippolyta,[ToAntonio.No Man but I has right to do her justice.Or you are both my Rivals—tell me which,Which of you is it I must kill—or both?I amAlonzo, who dares loveHippolyta?
Alon.Hold! hold! fair Thief that rob’st me of my Name,
And wouldst my Honour too;[Puts her by.
If thou hast wrong’d the fairHippolyta,[ToAntonio.
No Man but I has right to do her justice.
Or you are both my Rivals—tell me which,
Which of you is it I must kill—or both?
I amAlonzo, who dares loveHippolyta?
Hip.Let not your friendship, Sir, proceed so far,To take my Name, to take my Quarrel on you.
Hip.Let not your friendship, Sir, proceed so far,
To take my Name, to take my Quarrel on you.
Alon.In this Dispute none’s more concern’d than I,And I will keep my ground in such a cause,Tho all the Rivals that her Beauty makes me,Were arm’d to take my Life away.
Alon.In this Dispute none’s more concern’d than I,
And I will keep my ground in such a cause,
Tho all the Rivals that her Beauty makes me,
Were arm’d to take my Life away.
Ant.Come, Sir, I care not which of you’sAlonzo.[They go to fight, she holdsAlonzo.
Hip.This Gallantry’s too much, brave Stranger.Antonio, hurt him not; I am the wrong’dAlonzo,And this a perfect Stranger to the business,Who seeing me appear less Man than he,And unacquainted with my Deeds abroad,In Bounty takes my Name and Quarrel on him.
Hip.This Gallantry’s too much, brave Stranger.
Antonio, hurt him not; I am the wrong’dAlonzo,
And this a perfect Stranger to the business,
Who seeing me appear less Man than he,
And unacquainted with my Deeds abroad,
In Bounty takes my Name and Quarrel on him.
Alon.Take heed, young Man, and keep thy Virtue in,Lest thus misguided it become a Crime.But thou, he says, hast wrong’dHippolyta,[ToAntonio.And I am he must punish it.
Alon.Take heed, young Man, and keep thy Virtue in,
Lest thus misguided it become a Crime.
But thou, he says, hast wrong’dHippolyta,[ToAntonio.
And I am he must punish it.
Hip.Sure it is he indeed—For such a Miracle my Brother render’d him,[Aside.Hold, hold, thou Wonder of thy Sex—[They fight.
Hip.Sure it is he indeed—
For such a Miracle my Brother render’d him,[Aside.
Hold, hold, thou Wonder of thy Sex—[They fight.
Alon.Stand by, I shall be angry with thee else,And that will be unsafe—
Alon.Stand by, I shall be angry with thee else,
And that will be unsafe—
[AsAlonzofights with one Hand, he keeps her off with t’other; she presses still forward onAntoniowith her Sword, indeavouring to keep backAlonzo.
Enter to themMarcel.
Mar.Sure I heard the Noise of Swords this way![Draws.
Hah, two against one! Courage, Sir.[ToAntonio.
[They fight all four,MarcelwithHippolytawhom he wounds, andAlonzowithAntonio, who is disarmed.
Hip.Good Heaven, how just thou art!
Mar.What, dost thou faint already?—Hah, the pretty talking Youth I saw but now![Runs to her, and holds her up.
Alas, how dost thou?
Hip.Well, since thy Hand has wounded me—
Ant.My Life is yours, nor would I ask the Gift,But to repair my Injuries toHippolyta.
Ant.My Life is yours, nor would I ask the Gift,
But to repair my Injuries toHippolyta.
Alon.I give it thee—[Gives him his Sword.
Mar.How,Antonio!—What unkind Hand has rob’d me of the justiceOf killing thee?
Mar.How,Antonio!—
What unkind Hand has rob’d me of the justice
Of killing thee?
Alon.His that was once thy Friend,Marcel.
Mar.Oh! dost thou know my Shame?[Turns away.
Alon.I know thou art false to Friendship,And therefore do demand mine back again, thou’st us’d it scurvily.
Alon.I know thou art false to Friendship,
And therefore do demand mine back again, thou’st us’d it scurvily.
Mar.Thou knowst too much to think I’ve injur’d thee.
Alon.Not injur’d me! Who was it promis’d meHippolyta?Who his Alliance, and his Friendship too?And who has broke them all, but thou perfidious?Come, ’tisHippolytathat I demand.
Alon.Not injur’d me! Who was it promis’d meHippolyta?
Who his Alliance, and his Friendship too?
And who has broke them all, but thou perfidious?
Come, ’tisHippolytathat I demand.
Mar.By this he should not know my Sister’s Shame.[Aside.
Oh, Sir, you must not haveHippolyta.
Alon.How! not haveHippolyta!Tho every Step were guarded by a Brother,Tho she were circled round about with Rivals,Ye should not all have Power to keep her from me.Not haveHippolyta!—’Sdeath, Sir, because I do not know my Birth,And cannot boast a little empty Title,I must not haveHippolyta.—Now I will have her; and when you know I can,You shall petition me to marry her.And yet I will not do’t. Come, Sir—[Offers to fight.
Alon.How! not haveHippolyta!
Tho every Step were guarded by a Brother,
Tho she were circled round about with Rivals,
Ye should not all have Power to keep her from me.
Not haveHippolyta!—
’Sdeath, Sir, because I do not know my Birth,
And cannot boast a little empty Title,
I must not haveHippolyta.—
Now I will have her; and when you know I can,
You shall petition me to marry her.
And yet I will not do’t. Come, Sir—[Offers to fight.
Hip.Hold, hold, brave Man, or turn your Sword on me.I am the unhappy Cause of all your Rage:’Tis I, generousAlonzo, that can tell youWhat he’s asham’d to own,And thou wilt blush to hear.
Hip.Hold, hold, brave Man, or turn your Sword on me.
I am the unhappy Cause of all your Rage:
’Tis I, generousAlonzo, that can tell you
What he’s asham’d to own,
And thou wilt blush to hear.
Mar.Hippolyta!thou wretched wicked Woman:Thus I reward thy Sins—[Offers to kill her,Antoniosteps between.
Mar.Hippolyta!thou wretched wicked Woman:
Thus I reward thy Sins—[Offers to kill her,Antoniosteps between.
Ant.Hold, Sir, and touch her not without my leave,She is my Wife; by sacred Vows my Wife.
Ant.Hold, Sir, and touch her not without my leave,
She is my Wife; by sacred Vows my Wife.
Alon.I understand no riddling; but whoever thou be’st.Man or Woman, thou’rt worth our Care—She faints—come, let us bear her hence.[She faints,Antoniokneels to her.
Alon.I understand no riddling; but whoever thou be’st.
Man or Woman, thou’rt worth our Care—
She faints—come, let us bear her hence.[She faints,Antoniokneels to her.
Ant.Oh stay,Hippolyta, and take me with thee,For I’ve no use of Life when thou art gone.[Weeps.Here, kill me, braveMarcel—and yet you need not;My own Remorse, and Grief will be sufficient.
Ant.Oh stay,Hippolyta, and take me with thee,
For I’ve no use of Life when thou art gone.[Weeps.
Here, kill me, braveMarcel—and yet you need not;
My own Remorse, and Grief will be sufficient.
Mar.I credit thee, and leave thee to their Mercy.
Hip.That Goodness, Sir, has call’d me back to Life,To pay my humble Thanks; could you have Mercy too,To pardon me—you might redeem my Soul.
Hip.That Goodness, Sir, has call’d me back to Life,
To pay my humble Thanks; could you have Mercy too,
To pardon me—you might redeem my Soul.
Mar.Some Pity I have yet, that may preserve thee too,Provided this Repentance be not feign’d.
Mar.Some Pity I have yet, that may preserve thee too,
Provided this Repentance be not feign’d.
Ant.My Life, Sir, is Security for both.
Mar.Doubt not, I’ll take the Forfeit, Sir—Come,Hippolyta.Thy Father’s House shall once again receive thee.
Mar.Doubt not, I’ll take the Forfeit, Sir—Come,Hippolyta.
Thy Father’s House shall once again receive thee.
Ant.Lean on my Arm, my dearest.
Mar.Sir, by the way, I’ll let you know her Story,And then perhaps you will not blame my Friendship.
Mar.Sir, by the way, I’ll let you know her Story,
And then perhaps you will not blame my Friendship.
Alon.And in return, I’ll give you backClarinda—And beg your Pardon for the Wound I gave you.[Exeunt, leadingHippolyta.
Alon.And in return, I’ll give you backClarinda—
And beg your Pardon for the Wound I gave you.[Exeunt, leadingHippolyta.
ACT V.
Scene I.A Garden.
EnterCleonte,Clarindaweeping, andDormidaandFrancisca.
Cleo.Fear not, I’ll use my Interest both with yourMother and my Father, to set your Heart at rest,Whose Pain I feel by something in my own.
Cleo.Fear not, I’ll use my Interest both with your
Mother and my Father, to set your Heart at rest,
Whose Pain I feel by something in my own.
Clar.The Gods reward your Bounty, fairCleonte.
Dor.I, I, Madam, I beseech you make our Peace with my good Lady her Mother, whatsoever becomes of the rest, for she’ll e’en die with Grief—[Weeps.
She had but two fair Pledges of her Nuptial Bed.And both by cruel Fate are ravisht from her.Manuela Child was lost,And this; not holy Relicks were more strictly guarded,Till falseMarcelbetray’d me to debauch her.[Weeps aloud.
She had but two fair Pledges of her Nuptial Bed.
And both by cruel Fate are ravisht from her.
Manuela Child was lost,
And this; not holy Relicks were more strictly guarded,
Till falseMarcelbetray’d me to debauch her.[Weeps aloud.
Cleo.Alas, had you a Brother once?[ToClarinda.
Clar.Madam, I might have had: but he was lost e’er I was born.
Cleo.Ah! would mySilviohad been so.[Aside.
By what strange Accident,Clarinda?
Dor.Madam, I can inform you best.[Puts herself between.
Cleo.Do then,Dormida.
Dor.Madam, you must know, my LadyOctavia, for that’s her name, was in her Youth the very Flower of Beauty and Vertue: Oh such a Face and Shape! had you but seen her—And tho I say it, Madam, I thought my self too somebody then.
Clar.Thou art tedious: Madam, ’tis true my Mother had the Reputation of both those Attractions, which gain’d her many Lovers: amongst the rest, DonManuel, and DonAlonzo, were most worthy her Esteem.
Dor.Ay, Madam, DonAlonzo, there was a Man for you, so obliging and so bountiful—Well, I’ll give youArgument of both to me: for you must know I was a Beauty then, and worth obliging.[Puts herself between.
And he was the Man my Lady lov’d, tho DonManuelwere the richer: but to my own Story—
Cleo.Forward,Clarinda.