_Cor_. Oh, have I found thee, fit for my purpose too? Come, haste along with me,--thou must present my Brother _Julio_ instantly, or I am lost, and my Project’s lost, and my Man’s lost, and all’s lost. _Enter_ Petro. _Pet_. _Victoria, Victoria_, your Cavalier’s the Conqueror; the other wounded in his Sword-hand, was easily disarmed. _Mar_. Then let’s retire, if I am seen I’m lost;--_Petro_, stay here for the Cavalier, and conduct him to me to this house;--I must be speedy now.-- _Cor_. Remember this is _Julio_. [_Pointing to_ Marcella. _Pet_. I know your design, and warrant ye my part:--hah, _Octavio_ [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ Octavio, Morosini _and_ Crapine. _Oct_. Now, Cowardice, that everlasting Infamy, dwell ever on my face, that Men may point me out that hated Lover that saw his Mistress false, stood tamely by whilst she repeated Vows; nay, was so infamous, so dully tame, to hear her swear her Hatred and Aversion, yet still I calmly listen’d; though my Sword were ready, and did not cut his throat for’t. _Mor_. I thought you’d said you’d fought. _Oct_. Yes, I did rouze at last, and wak’d my Wrongs; But like an Ass, a patient Fool of Honour, I gave him friendly notice I wou’d kill him; And fought like Prizers, not as angry Rivals. _Mor_. Why, that was handsome,--I love fair play; what wou’d you else have done? _Oct_. Have fall’n upon him like a sudden Storm, [_Enter_ Pet. _and_ Fill.] quick unexpected in his height of Love:--see--see yonder; or I’m mistaken by this glimmering Day, or that is _Fillamour_ now entering at her door; ’.is he, by my Revenge--What say you, Sir? _Mor_. By th’ Mass, I think ‘twas he-- [_Enter_ Julio. _Oct_. _Julio_, I’ve caught the Wantons in their Toil, I have ‘em fast, thy Sister and her Lover. [_Embraces him_. _Jul_. Eternal Shame light on me if they scape then. _Oct_. Follow me quick, whilst we can get Admittance. _Jul_. Where--here? _Oct_. Here,--come all and see her Shame and my Revenge. _Jul_. And are you not mistaken in the House? _Oct_. Mistaken! I saw the Ravisher enter just now, thy Uncle saw it too; Oh, my excessive Joy! come, if I lye--say I’m a Dog, a Villain. [_Exeunt as into the House_. SCENE IV. _Changes to a Chamber_. _Enter_ Sir Signal _a little groping_. Sir _Sig_. There’s no finding my way out,--and now does Fear make me fancy this some inchanted Castle.-- _Enter_ Tick, _listening_. _Tick_. Hah, an inchanted Castle! Sir _Sig_. Belonging to a monstrous Giant; who having spirited away the King of _Tropicipopican’s_ Daughter, keeps her here inclos’d, and that I a wandring Knight am by fickle Fortune sent to her Deliverance. [Tick _listens_.