Euph. Well, since you are so resolv’d, my Brother will tell you where to find this _Alonzo_; and tell him, I must marry you to day, for I am resolv’d not to lie alone tonight. Hau. What would not a Man do for so kind a Mistress? Euph. Well, get you about it strait then, lest my Father’s coming prevent it. [Exeunt _Euphemia_ and _Olinda_. Hau. I am gone—but if _Lovis_ should fail— Glo. He would beat you, if he thought you doubted him. Hau. I’ll keep my Fears then to my self. [Go out. Scene II. The Street. Enter _Hippolyta_ drest like a Man, with a Paper. Hip. Thus I dare look abroad again: Methinks I am not what I was, My Soul too is all Man; 294 Where dwells no Tenderness, no womanish Passions. I cannot sigh, nor weep, nor think of Love, But as a foolish Dream that’s gone and past. Revenge has took possession of my Soul, And drove those Shadows thence; and shows me now Love, in so poor, so despicable a Shape, So quite devested of his Artful Beauty, That I’m asham’d I ever was his Votary. Well, here’s my Challenge to _Antonio_; But how to get it to him is the Question. Base as he is, he’ll not refuse to come, And since he never saw the wrong’d _Alonzo_, Sure I may pass for him. Who’s here?— Enter _Haunce_ and _Gload_. She stands aside. Hau. _Gload_, if it were possible I could be sober, and valiant at once, I should now be provok’d to exercise it: for I cannot find _Lovis_, and then how I shall come off, the Lord knows. And then again, for letting the Lady go, whom I rescu’d in the Grove this Morning. Glo. Should I disobey a Lady, Sir? for she commanded me to let her go so soon as she came into the Gate. And, Sir, look, here comes Don _Lovis_. Enter _Lovis_ and _Alonzo_. Hau. Oh, Brother _Lovis_, where the Devil have you been all this Day? I stay’d for you to go with me to your Sister’s, as long as Flesh and Blood could forbear. Lov. Why, have you been there without me? Hau. Yes, marry have I, Sir. Alon. I am undone then— [Aside. Hau. I needed no Recommendation mun, for when I came they were all as well acquainted with me—I never saw them before; but by the way, they are all no wiser than they should be, except your Sister, who is the pretty’st loving, sweet Rogue— 295 Alon. How’s this? Lov. But have you seen my Sister? Hau. Seen her! yes, and will marry her too mun before Night, an she were a thousand Sisters—but harkye, _Lovis_, the business is this—you must know that before I marry her, I am to seek out a certain Fellow, they call—they call _Alonzo_, ay, ay, _Alonzo_—a Pox on him, a troublesome Rascal they say he is; and his leave, it seems, must be askt to marry your Sister. Lov. Well, Sir, and what if he will not give you leave? Hau. Why then, you must know I am to get him very well favour’dly beaten. Alon. Sure this is the Coxcomb himself. Hau. Now for your Sister’s sake, who loves me, poor thing, I will not run the danger of beating him my self, but must desire that small courtesy of thee. Lov. How! I beat him?