Alon. How! not have _Hippolyta!_ Tho every Step were guarded by a Brother, Tho she were circled round about with Rivals, Ye should not all have Power to keep her from me. Not have _Hippolyta!_— ’Sdeath, Sir, because I do not know my Birth, And cannot boast a little empty Title, I must not have _Hippolyta_.— Now I will have her; and when you know I can, You shall petition me to marry her. And yet I will not do’t. Come, Sir— [Offers to fight. 307 Hip. Hold, hold, brave Man, or turn your Sword on me. I am the unhappy Cause of all your Rage: ’Tis I, generous _Alonzo_, that can tell you What he’s asham’d to own, And thou wilt blush to hear. Mar. _Hippolyta!_ thou wretched wicked Woman: Thus I reward thy Sins— [Offers to kill her, _Antonio_ steps between. Ant. Hold, Sir, and touch her not without my leave, She is my Wife; by sacred Vows my Wife. Alon. I understand no riddling; but whoever thou be’st. Man or Woman, thou’rt worth our Care— She faints—come, let us bear her hence. [She faints, _Antonio_ kneels to her. Ant. Oh stay, _Hippolyta_, and take me with thee, For I’ve no use of Life when thou art gone. [Weeps. Here, kill me, brave _Marcel_—and yet you need not; My own Remorse, and Grief will be sufficient. Mar. I credit thee, and leave thee to their Mercy. Hip. That Goodness, Sir, has call’d me back to Life, To pay my humble Thanks; could you have Mercy too, To pardon me—you might redeem my Soul. Mar. Some Pity I have yet, that may preserve thee too, Provided this Repentance be not feign’d. Ant. My Life, Sir, is Security for both. Mar. Doubt not, I’ll take the Forfeit, Sir—Come, _Hippolyta_. Thy Father’s House shall once again receive thee. Ant. Lean on my Arm, my dearest. Mar. Sir, by the way, I’ll let you know her Story, And then perhaps you will not blame my Friendship. Alon. And in return, I’ll give you back _Clarinda_— And beg your Pardon for the Wound I gave you. [Exeunt, leading _Hippolyta_. 308 ACT V. Scene I. A Garden. Enter _Cleonte_, _Clarinda_ weeping, and _Dormida_ and _Francisca_. Cleo. Fear not, I’ll use my Interest both with your Mother and my Father, to set your Heart at rest, Whose Pain I feel by something in my own. Clar. The Gods reward your Bounty, fair _Cleonte_. Dor. I, I, Madam, I beseech you make our Peace with my good Lady her Mother, whatsoever becomes of the rest, for she’ll e’en die with Grief— [Weeps. She had but two fair Pledges of her Nuptial Bed. And both by cruel Fate are ravisht from her. _Manuel_ a Child was lost, And this; not holy Relicks were more strictly guarded, Till false _Marcel_ betray’d me to debauch her. [Weeps aloud. Cleo. Alas, had you a Brother once? [To _Clarinda_. Clar. Madam, I might have had: but he was lost e’er I was born. Cleo. Ah! would my _Silvio_ had been so. [Aside. By what strange Accident, _Clarinda?_ Dor. Madam, I can inform you best. [Puts herself between. Cleo. Do then, _Dormida_.