_Lud._ Faith, Madam, this is not fair----to raise a Man's Expectation, and then disappoint him! Would you be serv'd so yourself now? L. _Piz._ I'll endeavour to disengage myself from my jealous Husband, and contrive another Meeting. _Lud._ But will you be sure to meet me again? L. _Piz._ I give you my Hand as a Pledge---- _Lud. Kisses it._ And I this Kiss in Return----Adieu, my Charmer. L. _Piz._ Signior, farewel. [_Exeunt severally._ _Enter_ Bassino, Alonzo. _Bass._ Well, Sir, your Business---- _Alon._ It is to tell you---- You are a Villain. _Bass._ Ha---- _Alon._ And that as such I ought to have treated you before the Face Of false _Aurelia_----But I scorn to follow The barbarous Custom of my native Country. I seek with Honour to revenge my Wrongs; Therefore, Sir, draw---- _Bass._ This Action speaks you noble--be likewise just, And let me know the Cause that moves your Anger. By Heaven I'd rather call you still my Friend, Than be your Enemy----Yet, if I wrong'd you, I'll give you Satisfaction---- _Alon._ Trifler, away----Too well thou know'st the Cause; And now would'st sooth my Wrongs with Flattery, But my Resolve is fix'd as Heaven's Decrees: And one of us must fall----Let the Survivor Dispose of that base, false, perjur'd _Aurelia_, As both his Love and Honour shall direct. If my propitious Stars defend my Life, You shall not die alone----Th' adulterous Fair Shall bear you Company----Now draw. _Bass._ Oh! hold. One Moment hold, I must unfold this Riddle: Adulterous Fair, say you? _Alon._ Yes: She's my Wife. _Bass._ Ha----your Wife! Sure there's a Curse entail'd upon that Name. [_Aside._ What! your real Wife? _Alon._ If the Command of an expiring Father, And her own Vows can make her mine, she's so: Indeed the Marriage Rites are yet to come, Which slily she delay'd these two Months past, On slight Pretence of finishing the Time Of mourning for her Father----But 'tis plain, I was a Property to your base Love, And only design'd to fill up your Place, When surfeited you should return to _Turin_. Hell----Furies! Draw, or in my just Revenge, I'll pin you to the Earth---- _Bass._ Oh! Woman! Woman! [_Aside._ Yes, I will draw----But ere the fatal Stroke Is past Recal, I swear _Aurelia_'s Virtue Is clear and spotless, like _Diana_'s self: Nor was I prompted on this early Visit, But with Design to take my last Farewel, Having last Night receiv'd my Prince's Orders To haste to _Turin_----Therefore if I fall, I hope she'll meet with Mercy----Now come on. _Alon._ Hold, hold, my Lord; Oh! could I credit this, I would ask Pardon, and entreat your Friendship.