broke them all, but thou perfidious?
Come, 'tis _Hippolyta_ that I demand.

_Mar._ By this he should not know my Sister's Shame. [Aside.
Oh, Sir, you must not have _Hippolyta_.

_Alon._ How! not have _Hippolyta_!
Tho every Step were guarded by a Brother,
Tho she were circled round about with Rivals,
Ye should not all have Power to keep her from me.
Not have _Hippolyta_!--
'Sdeath, Sir, because I do not know my Birth,
And cannot boast a little empty Title,
I must not have _Hippolyta_.--
Now I will have her; and when you know I can,
You shall petition me to marry her.
And yet I will not do't. Come, Sir-- [Offers to fight.

_Hip._ Hold, hold, brave Man, or turn your Sword on me.
I am the unhappy Cause of all your Rage:
'Tis I, generous _Alonzo_, that can tell you
What he's asham'd to own,
And thou wilt blush to hear.

_Mar._ _Hippolyta_! thou wretched wicked Woman:
Thus I reward thy Sins--
[Offers to kill her, _Antonio_ steps between.

_Ant._ Hold, Sir, and touch her not without my leave,
She is my Wife; by sacred Vows my Wife.

_Alon._ I understand no riddling; but whoever thou be'st.
Man or Woman, thou'rt worth our Care--
She faints-- come, let us bear her hence.
[She faints, _Antonio_ kneels to her.

_Ant._ Oh stay, _Hippolyta_, and take me with thee,
For I've no use of Life when thou art gone. [Weeps.
Here, kill me, brave _Marcel_-- and yet you need not;
My own Remorse, and Grief will be sufficient.

_Mar._ I credit thee, and leave thee to their Mercy.

_Hip._ That Goodness, Sir, has call'd me back to Life,
To pay my humble Thanks; could you have Mercy too,
To pardon me-- you might redeem my Soul.

_Mar._ Some Pity I have yet, that may preserve thee too,
Provided this Repentance be not feign'd.

_Ant._ My Life, Sir, is Security for both.

_Mar._ Doubt not, I'll take the Forfeit, Sir-- Come, _Hippolyta_.
Thy Father's House shall once again receive thee.

_Ant._ Lean on my Arm, my dearest.

_Mar._ Sir, by the way, I'll let you know her Story,
And then perhaps you will not blame my Friendship.

_Alon._ And in return, I'll give you back _Clarinda_--
And beg your Pardon for the Wound I gave you.
[Exeunt, leading _Hippolyta_.

ACT V.

SCENE I. _A Garden._

Enter _Cleonte_, _Clarinda_ weeping, and _Dormida_ and _Francisca_.

_Cleo._ Fear not, I'll use my Interest both with your
Mother and my Father,