ay, from out a Cloud;
The lost benighted Traveller
Sees not th' Approach of the next Morning's Sun
With more transported Joy,
Than I this ravishing and unknown Beauty.

_Lov._ Hey day! What Stuff's here? Nay, now I see thou art quite gone
indeed.

_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