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 for her.
[In rage to Dormida.
Dorm. Alas! I cannot imagine who it should be, unless Don Silvio, who has sometimes made Addresses to her: But oh the House is up, Madam, we are undone; let’s fly for Heavens sake.
Clar. Oh Marcel, can you believe —
[A Noise.
Dorm. Come, come, I’ll not be undone for your Fiddle-faddles; I’ll lay it all on you, if I be taken.
[Pulls out Clarinda.
Mar. Sot that I was, I could not guess at this to day, by his Anger at the Letter I foolishly shew’d him; he is my Rival, and ’tis with him she’s fled; and I’ll endeavour to pursue them.
[Offers to go.
But oh my Strength complies with their Design, [Leaning on his Sword.] and shamefully retires to give them leave to play their amorous Game out.
[Goes faintly out.