Mar. I am follow’d. [They enter again. Lov. See, he stops. [_Marcel_ looks back. Alon. Let him do what he please, we will out-go him. [They go out. 245 Lov. This Man whoe’er he be still follows us. Alon. I care not, nothing shall hinder my Design, I’ll go tho I make my passage thro his Heart. [They enter at another Door, he follows. Lov. See, he advances, pray stand by a little. [They stand by. Mar. Sure there’s some Trick in this, but I’ll not fear it. This is the Street, and hereabout’s the House. [Looks about. This must be it, if I can get admittance now. [Knocks. Enter _Olinda_ with a Light. Olin. O, Sir, are you come? my Lady grew impatient. [They go in. Mar. She takes me for some other: This is happy. [Aside. Alon. Gods! is not that the Maid that first conducted me to the fair thing that rob’d me of my Heart? Lov. I think it is. Alon. She gives admittance to another Man. All Women-kind are false, I’ll in and tell her so. [Offers to go. Lov. You are too rash, ’tis dangerous. Alan. I do despise thy Counsel, let me go. Lov. If you are resolv’d, I’ll run the Hazard with you. [They both go in. Scene II. The Scene changes to a Chamber. Enter from one side _Olinda_, lighting in _Marcel_ muffled as before in his Cloke, from the other _Antonio_ leading in _Euphemia_ veil’d. Mar. By Heaven’s, ’tis she: Vile Strumpet! [Throws off his Cloke, and snatches her from him. Euph. Alas, this is not he whom I expected. Anto. _Marcel!_ I had rather have encounter’d my evil Angel than thee. [Draws. 246 Mar. I do believe thee, base ungenerous Coward. [Draws. [They fight, _Marcel_ disarms _Antonio_, by wounding his Hand. Enter _Alonzo_, goes betwixt them, and with his Sword drawn opposes _Marcel_, who is going to kill _Antonio_; _Lovis_ follows him. Alon. Take Courage, Sir. [To _Antonio_, who goes out mad. Mar. Prevented! whoe’er thou be’st. It was unjustly done, To save his Life who merits Death, By a more shameful way. But thank the Gods she still remains to meet That Punishment that’s due to her foul Lust. [Offers to run at her, _Alonzo_ goes between. Alon. ’Tis this way you must make your Passage then. Mar. What art thou, that thus a second time Dar’st interpose between Revenge and me? Alon. ’Tis _Marcel!_ What can this mean? [Aside. Dost not thou know me, Friend? look on me well. Mar. _Alonzo_ here! Ah I shall die with Shame. [Aside. As thou art my Friend, remove from that bad Woman, Whose Sins deserve no sanctuary. Euph. What can he mean? I dare not shew my Face. [Aside. Alon. I do believe this Woman is a false one, But still she is a Woman, and a fair one: I would not suffer thee to injure her, Tho I believe she has undone thy quiet, As she has lately mine. Mar. Why, dost thou know it then? Stand by, I shall forget thou art my Friend else, And thro thy Heart reach hers.