l help the Lady in Distress.
Madam, you're safe, whilst I am your Protector.
[Leads her out.

_Mar._ I've lost the Power of striking where I ought,
Since my misguided Hand so lately err'd.
Oh Rage, dull senseless Rage, how blind and rude
It makes us.
Pardon, fair Creature, my unruly Passion,
And only blame that Veil which hid that Face,
Whose Innocence and Beauty had disarm'd it:
I took you for the most perfidious Woman,
The falsest loosest thing.

_Alon._ How! are you a Stranger to her?

_Mar._ Yes I am. Have you forgiven me, Madam?

_Euph._ Sir, I have. [_Marcel_ bows and offers to go out.

_Alon._ Stay, Friend, and let me know your Quarrel.

_Mar._ Not for the World, _Alonzo_.

_Alon._ This is unfriendly, Sir.

_Mar._ Thou dost delay me from the noblest Deed,
On which the Honour of my House depends,
A Deed which thou wilt curse thy self for hindring
Farewel. [Goes out.

_Alon._ What can the meaning of this be?

_Euph._ Oh do not ask, but let us quickly leave this dangerous Place.

_Alon._ Does it not belong to you?

_Euph._ No, but you would like me the better if it did: for, Sir,
it is a--

_Alon._ Upon my Life, a Baudy-house.

_Euph._ So they call it.

_Alon._ You do amaze me.

_Euph._ Truth is, not daring to trust my Friends or Relations with a
Secret that so nearly concern'd me as the meeting you, and hearing of a
new come Curtezan living in this House, I sent her word I would make her
a Visit, knowing she would gladly receive it from a Maid of my Quality:
When I came, I told her my Business, and very frankly she offer'd me her
House and Service-- Perhaps you'll like me the worse for this bold
Venture, but when you consider my promis'd Husband is every day
expected, you will think it but just to secure my self any way.

_Alon._ You could not give me a greater Proof than this of what you say
you bless me with, your Love.

_Euph._ I will not question but you are in earnest; at least if any
doubt remain, these will resolve it.
[Gives him Letters.

_Alon._ What are these, Madam?

_Euph._ Letters, Sir, intercepted from the Father of my design'd Husband
out of _Flanders_ to mine.

_Alon._ What use can I make of them?

_Euph._ Only this: Put your self into an Equipage very ridiculous, and
pretend you are my foolish Lover arriv'd from _Flanders_, call your self
_Haunce van Ezel_, and give my Father these, as for the rest I'll trust
your Wit.

_Alo