nd looks amorously on _Clarinda_.

_Fran._ Madam, pray retire, for Don _Marcel_ is come into the House all
bloody, inrag'd against somebody.

_Clar._ I'm troubled at his Hurt, but cannot fear his Rage. Good night,
Sir.
[They go out.

_Alon._ They are gone; now had I as much mind to have kist the other's
Hand, but that 'twas not a Ceremony due to a Sister-- What the Devil
came into my Head, to say she was so? nothing but the natural itch of
talking and lying: they are very fair; but what's that to me? _Euphemia_
surpasses both: But a Pox of her terms of Marriage, I'll set that to her
Beauty, and then these get the Day, as far as natural Necessity goes:
But I'll home and sleep upon't, and yield to what's most powerful in the
Morning.
To night these Strangers do my Heart possess,
But which the greatest share, I cannot guess:
My Fate in Love resembles that in War,
When the rich Spoil falls to the common share. [Goes out.

SCENE VII. _The Street._

Enter _Alonzo_, as out of the House, gazing upon it.

_Alon._ Sure I shall know this House again to morrow.
[To him _Lovis_.

_Lov._ I wonder what should be become of _Alonzo_, I do do not like
these Night-works of his-- Who's there?

_Alon._ _Lovis!_

_Lov._ _Alonzo?_

_Alon._ The same, where hast thou been?

_Lov._ In search of you this two Hours.

_Alon._ O, I have been taken up with new Adventures, since I saw thee;
but prithee what became of thine? for methought it was a likely Woman.

_Lov._ Faith, Sir, I thought I had got a Prize; but a Pox on't, when I
came into the Street, e'er she had recover'd Breath to tell me who she
was, the Cavalier you rescu'd from _Marcel_, laid claim to her; thank'd
me for her Preservation, and vanisht. I hope you had better luck with
your Female, whose Face I had not the good fortune to see.

_Alon._ Not so good as I could have wisht, for she stands still on her
honourable terms.

_Lov._ Of Matrimony, ha, ha, a very Jilt, I'll warrant her; Come, come,
you shall see her no more.

_Alon._ Faith, I fear I must.

_Lov._ To what purpose?

_Alon._ To persuade her to Reason.

_Lov._ That you'll soon do, when she finds you will not bite at t'other
Bait.

_Alon._ The worst is, if I see her again, it must be at her Father's
House; and so transform'd from Man to Beast-- I must appear like a
ridiculous Lover she expects out of _Flanders_.

_Lov._ A very Cheat, a trick to draw thee in: be wise in time.