Alon. I dare do any thing, but break my Word, as thou hast basely done with me—But I am now in haste, and should be glad to know where to meet you anon. Mar. I’ll wait on you at the farther side of this Grove by the River. 303 Alon. I will not fail you— [Ex. _Alonzo_. Mar. Come, Sir, till I can better prove you are my Rival, I will believe you are my Friend and Brother. Silv. When thou shalt know my miserable Story, Thou wilt believe and pity me. [Go out. Enter again _Hippolyta_ from out of the Wood. Hip. I wonder this Cavalier stays so long, Pray Heaven he meet _Antonio_. Enter _Alonzo_. Your Servant, Sir. Alon. The Cavalier to whom you sent me, Sir, Will wait upon you here. Hip. I humbly thank you, Sir, and should be glad to know how I might pay my Gratitude. Alon. My Duty ends not here; I have a Sword to serve you. Hip. You shame me with this Generosity; but, Sir, I hope my own will be sufficient in so good a Cause. Alon. Tho you are young, I question not your Bravery; But I must beg to stay and see fair play, And offer you my Service when you’ve done. Hip. The Enemy appears, Sir,—and since you are so good, I beg you would retire behind those Trees; for if he see us both, since he is single, he will suspect some treachery. Alon. You’ve reason, Sir, and I’ll obey you. [Goes aside. Enter _Antonio_ reading a Paper. SIR, I do desire you to meet me in _St. Peter’s_ Grove, with your Sword in your Hand, about an Hour hence; you will guess my Business, when you know my name to be Alonzo. Alon. How’s that? [Aside. Ant. I wish’t had been another Enemy, Since from the Justice of his Cause I fear 304 An ill success; would I had seen _Hippolyta_, That e’er I dy’d I might have had her pardon. This Conscience—’tis ominous, But ne’er appears in any horrid shape, Till it approaches Death— [Goes forward, sees _Hippolyta_, who justles him in passing by; he stops and looks. Hip. You seem, Sir, to be he whom I expect. Ant. I’m call’d _Antonio_, Sir— Hip. And I _Alonzo_; the rest we need not ask, For thou art well acquainted with my Injuries, And I with thy Perfidiousness. [Draws. Ant. I know of none you have receiv’d from me, If on _Hippolyta’s_ account you fight: She lov’d me, and believ’d; and what dull Lover Would have refus’d a Maid so easily gain’d? Hip. Ah, Traytor, by how base a way Thou wouldst evade thy Fate? Didst thou not know she was my Wife by promise? Did not _Marcel_, _Ambrosio_, all consent To make her mine as soon as I arriv’d? Alon. Who the Devil’s that young Bully that takes my Name, and my Concerns upon him? [Aside. Hip. But why should I expect a Truth from thee, Who after so much time, so many Vows, So many Tears, Despairs and Sighs, at last Didst gain a Credit with this easy Fool, Then left her to her shames, and her despairs?—Come, Sir— Or I shall talk my self to calmness— [Aside. Ant. I’m ready, Sir, to justify the Deed. [They offer to fight, _Alonzo_ steps forth.