certain this Lady, whoe'er she be, designs me a
more speedy Favour than I can hope from _Euphemia_, and on easier Terms
too. This is the Door that must conduct to the languishing _Venus_.
[Opens the Door and goes in, leaving it unshut.

Enter _Marcel_ with his Sword drawn.

_Mar._ Thus far I have pursu'd the Fugitives,
Who by the help of hasty Fear and Night,
Are got beyond my Power; unlucky Accident!
Had I but kill'd _Antonio_, or _Hippolyta_,
Either had made my Shame supportable.
But tho I have mist the Pleasure of Revenge,
I will not that of Love.
One Look from fair _Clarinda_ will appease
The Madness which this Disappointment rais'd.
[Walks looking towards the Window.
None appears yet: _Dormida_ was to throw me down the Key. The Door is
open, left so to give me entrance.
[Goes to the Door.

SCENE IV. _Changes to a dark Hall._

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.

_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 fo