_Bon._ Ha! Art thou then a Stranger to that Name? _Fri._ Indeed I am, and must be so for ever now. _Bon._ Yet hear me _Friendly_; Deny me if thou can'st, Fixt as a Rock, I vow I'll here remain, Until I have forc'd this Dire secret from thee. _Fri._ Pardon me Sir, I hope you soon will hear it, But I---- [_Offers to go._] _Bon._ Yet stay, and since intreaty can't prevail, By all the Friendship which you once profess'd, By all that's Holy, both in Heaven and Earth, I now Conjure thee to impart it to me, Or by this Life---- _Fri._ Hold, hold, and since I can no longer hide it Know 'tis my Honour then which lyes at Stake. _Bon._ Thy Honour! How? Proceed. _Fri._ By chance a Quarrel happen'd to arise Betwixt another and my self, The Field, Time, Place, and all appointed, Nay Seconds must assist us in the Deed: I have relied on many seeming Friends, (Such as profess the bare and empty Name) And all refuse to venture in my Cause. _Bon._ Is this all? _Fri_ All, Is it not enough? To see my Reputation, (the Lifes Blood of my Soul) Nay all that's Dear, in Danger to be lost. _Bon._ Not while thy _Bonvile_ lives and wears a Sword: May all things frown that I wou'd have to smile, May I live Poor, and Dye despised by all, If I out live the ruine of thy Honour! Tell me the time my Friend? _Fri._ Oh, spare me that, for, if once known the time, You'l Cancel this your promise, and recall Your Friendly proffer. _Bon._ Away with these Excuses, come the time. _Fri._ At Seven this Evening. _Bon._ The place? _Fri._ _Barn-Elms_: Oh the fatal place! Where I too well foresee, The certain fall and Ruine of my Honour! _Bon._ No, Thou shalt not stay to forfeit thy lov'd Honour, Come I'm ready to assist my Friend; and will along with you. _Fri._ Alas. What mean you? Of all my Friends on you I ne're Relied; But sure I Dream, I Rave, by Heav'ns I'm Mad! My _Bonvile_ leave his Wife? And on his Wedding Day? His Bride whom he perhaps may ne're Enjoy? And all for me? O most unhappy Man! _Bon._ Pleasure before my Friend I'll ne're prefer, Nor is it lost, tho for a while, delay'd. _Fri._ Are you then resolv'd to go? _Bon._ I am as fixt in my Resolve as is the _Libertin_ in vice, Which Death alone can part. _Fri._ Yet stay, and think what it is you undertake, Recall this Rash and suddain Resolution, Least you repent, alas when it is too late. _Bon._ This were enough to shake a weaker Soul, But mine it moves not; like to a Mighty Oake, I'm plac'd above the Storms of Fear or Doubt. _Enter_ Arabella. _Fri._ Sir, no more, the Bride, _Ara._ Oh, Heavens defend me! _Bon._ What ailes my Dearest Life? _Ara._ I've lost the Key of this Chain I wear about my Neck And of these Bracelets, Oh! Unhappy Omen!