Alon. Nothing but Love could animate him thus, He is my Rival. [Aside. _Marcel_, I will not quit one inch of Ground; Do what thou dar’st, for know I do adore her, 247 And thus am bound by Love to her Defence. [Offers to fight _Marcel_, who retires in wonder. Euph. Hold, noble Stranger, hold. Mar. Have you such Pity on your Lover there? [Offers to kill her, _Alonzo_ stays him. Euph. Help, help. [Her Veil falls off. Enter _Hippolyta_ drest like a Curtezan: Sees _Marcel._ Hip. Oh Gods, my Brother! in pity, Sir, defend me From the just Rage of that incensed Man. [Runs behind _Lovis_, whilst _Marcel_ stands gazing on both with wonder. Lov. I know not the meaning of all this, but However I’ll help the Lady in Distress. Madam, you’re safe, whilst I am your Protector. [Leads her out. Mar. I’ve lost the Power of striking where I ought, Since my misguided Hand so lately err’d. Oh Rage, dull senseless Rage, how blind and rude It makes us. Pardon, fair Creature, my unruly Passion, And only blame that Veil which hid that Face, Whose Innocence and Beauty had disarm’d it: I took you for the most perfidious Woman, The falsest loosest thing. Alon. How! are you a Stranger to her? Mar. Yes I am. Have you forgiven me, Madam? Euph. Sir, I have. [_Marcel_ bows and offers to go out. Alon. Stay, Friend, and let me know your Quarrel. Mar. Not for the World, _Alonzo_. Alon. This is unfriendly, Sir. Mar. Thou dost delay me from the noblest Deed, On which the Honour of my House depends, A Deed which thou wilt curse thy self for hindring Farewel. [Goes out. Alon. What can the meaning of this be? 248 Euph. Oh do not ask, but let us quickly leave this dangerous Place. Alon. Does it not belong to you? Euph. No, but you would like me the better if it did: for, Sir, it is a— Alon. Upon my Life, a Baudy-house. Euph. So they call it. Alon. You do amaze me. Euph. Truth is, not daring to trust my Friends or Relations with a Secret that so nearly concern’d me as the meeting you, and hearing of a new come Curtezan living in this House, I sent her word I would make her a Visit, knowing she would gladly receive it from a Maid of my Quality: When I came, I told her my Business, and very frankly she offer’d me her House and Service—Perhaps you’ll like me the worse for this bold Venture, but when you consider my promis’d Husband is every day expected, you will think it but just to secure my self any way. Alon. You could not give me a greater Proof than this of what you say you bless me with, your Love. Euph. I will not question but you are in earnest; at least if any doubt remain, these will resolve it. [Gives him Letters. Alon. What are these, Madam? Euph. Letters, Sir, intercepted from the Father of my design’d Husband out of _Flanders_ to mine. Alon. What use can I make of them?