--Shall I be murder’d in my own House? ’.is time you were remov’d-- Go, get an Action of 5000 pounds, enter’d against him, With Officers to arrest him. _Trusty_. My Lord, ‘tis my young Master _Bellmour_. _Lord_. Ye all doat upon him, but he’s not the Man you take him for. _Trusty_. How, my Lord! not this Mr. _Bellmour_! _Lord_. Dogs, obey me. [_Offers to go_. _Bel_. Stay, Sir--oh, stay--what will become of me? ’.were better that my Life were lost, than Fortune-- For that being gone, _Celinda_ must not love me. --But to die wretchedly-- Poorly in Prison--whilst I can manage this-- Is below him, that does adore _Celinda. [Draws_. I’ll kill my self--but then--I kill _Celinda_. Shou’d I obey this Tyrant--then too she dies. Yes, Sir--You may be cruel--take the Law, And kill me quickly, ‘twill become your Justice. [_Weeps_. _Lord_. Was I call’d back for this? Yes, I shall take it, Sir; do not fear. [_Offers to go_. _Bel_. Yet, stay, Sir--Have you lost all Humanity? Have you no Sense of Honour, nor of Horrors? _Lord_. Away with him--go, be gone. _Bel_. Stay, Sir. Oh, God! what is’t you’d have me do? --Here--I resign my self unto your Will-- But, Oh _Celinda_! what will become of thee? [_Weeps_. --Yes, I will marry--and _Diana_ too. _Lord_. ‘Tis well you will; had I not been good-natur’d now, You had been undone, and miss’d _Diana_ too. _Bel_. But must I marry--needs marry, Sir? Or lose my Fortune, and my Liberty, Whilst all my Vows are given to another? _Lord_. By all means, Sir-- _Bel_. If I must marry any but _Celinda_, I shall not, Sir, enjoy one moment’s Bliss: I shall be quite unman’d, cruel and brutal; A Beast, unsafe for Woman to converse with. Besides, Sir, I have given my Heart and Faith, And my second Marriage is Adultery. _Lord_. Heart and Faith, I am glad ‘tis no worse; if the Ceremony of the Church has not past, ‘tis well enough. _Bel_. All, Sir, that Heaven and Love requires, is past. _Lord_. Thou art a Fool, _Frank_, come--dry thy Eyes. And receive _Diana_--_Trusty_, call in my Niece. _Bel_. Yet, Sir, relent, be kind, and save my Soul. [_Ex_. Trusty. _Lord_. No more--by Heaven, if you resist my Will, I’ll make a strange Example of thee, and of that Woman, whoe’er she be, that drew you to this Folly. Faith and Vows, quoth ye! _Bel_. Then I obey. _Enter_ Trusty _and_ Diana. _Lord_. Look ye here, _Frank_; Is this a Lady to be dislik’d? Come hither, _Frank--Trusty_, haste for Dr. _Tickletext_, my Chaplain’s not in Town; I’ll have them instantly married--Come hither, _Diana_--will you marry your Cousin, _Frank Bellmour_? _Dia_. Yes, if it be your pleasure; Heaven cou’d not let fall a greater Blessing. [_Aside_. _Lord_. And you, _Frank_, will you marry my Niece _Diana_? _Bel_. Since you will have it so. _Lord_. Come, follow me then, and you shall be both pleas’d. _Bel_. Oh my _Celinda_!--