and lays his Sword at his Feet.

_Silv._ In fair _Cleonte's_ Arms!
O I could kiss the Hand that gives me Death,
So I might thus expire.

_Mar._ Pray hear me, Sir, before you do condemn me.

_Amb._ I will hear nothing but thy Death pronounc'd,
Since thou hast wounded him, if it be mortal.
Have I not charg'd thee on thy Life, _Marcel_,
Thou shouldst not hold Discourse with him of any kind?

_Mar._ I did foresee my Fate, but could not shun it.

[Takes his Sword and goes out.

_Amb._ What ho! _Biscay_, a Surgeon; on your Lives a Surgeon; where be
the Rascals?
[Goes out.

_Silv._ I would not have a Surgeon search my Wound
With rude and heavy Hands:
Yours, fair _Cleonte_, can apply the Balsam
Far more successfully,
For they are soft and white as Down of Swans,
And every Touch is sovereign.

_Cleo._ But I shall die with looking on your Wounds.

_Silv._ And I shall die unless you cure them, Sister.

_Cleo._ With the expence of mine to save your Life,
Is both my Wish and Duty.

_Silv._ I thank you, pretty Innocence. [Leads him in.

SCENE III. _A Grove._

Discovers _Euphemia_ veil'd, walking alone.

_Euph._ _Olinda_ stays long; I hope she has overtook the Cavalier. Lord,
how I am concern'd; if this should be Love now, I were in fine
condition, at least if he be married, or a Lover: Oh that I fear: hang
me, if it has not disorder'd me all over. But see, where she comes with
him too.

Enter _Olinda_ and _Alonzo_.

_Olin._ Here he is, Madam, I hope 'tis the right Man.

_Alon._ Madam, you see what haste I make to obey your kind Commands.

_Euph._ 'Twas as kindly done, Sir; but I fear when you know to what end
'tis, you'll repent your Haste.

_Alon._ 'Tis very likely; but if I do, you are not the first of your Sex
that has put me to Repentance: But lift up your Veil, and if your Face
be good--
[Offers to lift up her Veil.

_Euph._ Stay, you're too hasty.

_Alon._ Nay, let's have fair Play on both sides, I'll hide nothing from
you.
[Offers again.

_Euph._ I have a Question or two to ask you first.

_Alon._ I can promise nothing till I see my Reward. I am a base
Barterer, here's one for t'other; you saw your Man and lik'd him, and if
I like you when I see you--

[Offers again.

_Euph._ But if you do not, must all my liking be castaway?

_Alon._ As for that, trust to my good Nature; a frank Wench has hitherto
taken me as much as Beauty. And on