_Fri._ Hold, hold, and since I can no longer hide it
Know 'tis my Honour then which lyes at Stake.

_Bon._ Thy Honour! How? Proceed.

_Fri._ By chance a Quarrel happen'd to arise
Betwixt another and my self, The Field,
Time, Place, and all appointed,
Nay Seconds must assist us in the Deed:
I have relied on many seeming Friends,
(Such as profess the bare and empty Name)
And all refuse to venture in my Cause.

_Bon._ Is this all?

_Fri_ All, Is it not enough? To see my Reputation,
(the Lifes Blood of my Soul)
Nay all that's Dear, in Danger to be lost.

_Bon._ Not while thy _Bonvile_ lives and wears a Sword:
May all things frown that I wou'd have to smile,
May I live Poor, and Dye despised by all,
If I out live the ruine of thy Honour!
Tell me the time my Friend?

_Fri._ Oh, spare me that, for, if once known the time,
You'l Cancel this your promise, and recall
Your Friendly proffer.

_Bon._ Away with these Excuses, come the time.

_Fri._ At Seven this Evening.

_Bon._ The place?

_Fri._ _Barn-Elms_:
Oh the fatal place! Where I too well foresee,
The certain fall and Ruine of my Honour!

_Bon._ No, Thou shalt not stay to forfeit thy lov'd Honour,
Come I'm ready to assist my Friend; and will along with you.

_Fri._ Alas. What mean you?
Of all my Friends on you I ne're Relied;
But sure I Dream, I Rave, by Heav'ns I'm Mad!
My _Bonvile_ leave his Wife? And on his Wedding Day?
His Bride whom he perhaps may ne're Enjoy?
And all for me? O most unhappy Man!

_Bon._ Pleasure before my Friend I'll ne're prefer,
Nor is it lost, tho for a while, delay'd.

_Fri._ Are you then resolv'd to go?

_Bon._ I am as fixt in my Resolve as is the _Libertin_ in vice,
Which Death alone can part.

_Fri._ Yet stay, and think what it is you undertake,
Recall this Rash and suddain Resolution,
Least you repent, alas when it is too late.

_Bon._ This were enough to shake a weaker Soul,
But mine it moves not; like to a Mighty Oake,
I'm plac'd above the Storms of Fear or Doubt.

_Enter_ Arabella.

_Fri._ Sir, no more, the Bride,

_Ara._ Oh, Heavens defend me!

_Bon._ What ailes my Dearest Life?

_Ara._ I've lost the Key of this Chain I wear about my Neck
And of these Bracelets, Oh! Unhappy Omen!

_Bon._ No, no, my