.

Enter _Marcel_, and is amaz'd.

_Mar._ Hah! _Silvio_ with _Clarinda_ in our House! Oh, daring Villain!
to make this place a Sanctuary To all thy Lusts and Treachery! Now I'm
convinc'd, 'twas he that wounded me, And he that fled last Night with
that false Woman. [_Cleonte_ goes to _Marcel._

_Silv._ You need not fear me now, fair Maid, I'm disarm'd of all my
dangerous Love.

_Mar._ It was by his contrivance that she came, [To _Cleonte_.] do not
excuse him, but send her quickly from you, lest you become as infamous
as she.--

_Cleo._ Oh, how I hate her now; I know my Brother _Silvio_ loves her.

_Mar._ How every Gesture shows his Passion, whilst she seems pleas'd to
hear him. I can endure no more--

_Cleo._ What will you do? [She goes to them.

_Mar._ Nothing, dear Sister,
But if I can be wise and angry too:
For 'tis not safe t'attack him in the Garden.
How now, _Silvio_-- under the Name of Brother,
I see you dare too much. [Snatches away his Sister and _Clarinda_.

_Silv._ What mean you by this rude Address, _Marcel_?

_Mar._ I'll tell ye, Sir, anon. Go get you in.
[To the Women, who go in.

_Silv._ Well, Sir, your Business now?

_Mar._ It is not safe to tell you here, tho I have hardly Patience to
stay till thou meet me in St. _Peter's_ Grove.

_Silv._ I will not fail you, Sir, an Hour hence.
[Goes in after them.

_Mar._ I dare not in this Rage return to upbraid _Clarinda_, lest I do
things that mis-become a Man.
[Goes out.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. __Carlo's_ House._

After a Noise of Musick without, enter _Haunce_ drest as _Alonzo_
was, follow'd by _Gload_, in Masquerade.

_Hau._ Hold, hold, I do not like the Salutations I receive from all I
meet in this House.

_Glo._ Why, Sir, methinks they are very familiar Scabs all.

_Hau._ _Salerimente_, they all salute me as they were my old
Acquaintance. Your servant, _Myn heer Haunce_, crys one; your servant,
Monsieur _Haunce_, crys another.

Enter _Servant_.

_Serv._ Your servant, Sir, you come indeed like a Bridegroom all beset
with Dance and Fiddle.

_Hau._ Bridegroom! ha, ha, ha, dost hear, _Gload_? 'tis true faith. But
how the Devil came he to know it, man, hah?

_Serv._ My Master, Sir, was just asking for you, he longs to speak with
you.

_Hau._ Ha, ha, with me, Sir? why, ha, ha, who the pox am I?

_Serv._ You, Sir, why, who should you be?

_Hau._ Who should I be? why, who should I be?