sed at the Boldness of this Fellow to demand his
Pistol, as if he positively knew him to be the Murderer (for so he
thought himself, since he believed _Alcidiana_ dead) had so much
Presence of Mind as to consider, if he suffered himself to be taken, he
should poorly die a publick Death; and therefore resolv'd upon one
Mischief more, to secure himself from the first: And in the Moment that
the _German_ bad him deliver his Pistol, he cried, _Though I have no
Pistol to deliver, I have a Sword to chastise thy Insolence_. And
throwing off his Cloak, and flinging his Pistol from him, he drew, and
wounded, and disarmed the Fellow.

This Noise of Swords brought every body to the Place; and immediately
the Bruit ran, _The Murderer was taken, the Murderer was taken_; Tho'
none knew which was he, nor as yet so much as the Cause of the Quarrel
between the two fighting Men; for it was now darker than before. But at
the Noise of the Murderer being taken, the Lover of _Alcidiana_, who by
this Time found his Lady unhurt, all but the Trains of her Gown and
Petticoat, came running to the Place, just as _Tarquin_ had disarm'd the
_German_, and was ready to kill him; when laying hold of his Arm, they
arrested the Stroke, and redeemed the Footman.

They then demanded who this Stranger was, at whose Mercy the Fellow lay;
but the Prince, who now found himself venturing for his last Stake, made
no Reply; but with two Swords in his Hands went to fight his Way through
the Rabble; And tho' there were above a hundred Persons, some with
Swords, others with long Whips, (as Coachmen) so invincible was the
Courage of this poor unfortunate Gentleman at that Time, that all these
were not able to seize him; but he made his Way through the Ring that
encompassed him, and ran away; but was, however, so closely pursued, the
Company still gathering as they ran, that toiled with fighting,
oppressed with Guilt, and Fear of being taken, he grew fainter and
fainter, and suffered himself, at last, to yield to his Pursuers, who
soon found him to be Prince _Tarquin_ in Disguise: And they carry'd him
directly to Prison, being _Sunday_, to wait the coming Day, to go before
a Magistrate.

In an Hour's Time the whole fatal Adventure was carried all over the
City, and every one knew that _Tarquin_ was the intended Murderer of
_Alcidiana_; and not one but had a real Sorrow and Compassion for him.
They heard how bravely he had defended himself, how many he had wounded
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