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. 253 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. Scene V. Changes to the Street. Discovers _Alonzo_ alone. Alon. This Act of mine was rash and ill-natur’d, And I cannot leave the Street with a good Conscience, Till I know what mischief I have done. Enter _Dormida_ and _Clarinda_. Hah, Ladies from the same House! these are Birds that I have frighted from their Nests I am sure: I’ll proffer my Service to them. Dorm. Why do not you make more haste? 254 Clar. How can she go, whose Life is left behind? Besides, I know not whither we should go. Ye Powers that guard the Innocent, protect us. Alon. These must be some whom I have injur’d. Ladies—you seem as in distress. Dorm. Oh, Sir, as you are a Gentleman, assist a pair of Virgins.