the other _Antonio_ leading in _Euphemia_ veil'd.

_Mar._ By Heaven's, 'tis she: Vile Strumpet!

[Throws off his Cloke, and snatches her from him.

_Euph._ Alas, this is not he whom I expected.

_Anto._ _Marcel_! I had rather have encounter'd my evil Angel than thee.
[Draws.

_Mar._ I do believe thee, base ungenerous Coward.
[Draws.

[They fight, _Marcel_ disarms _Antonio_, by wounding his Hand.
Enter _Alonzo_, goes betwixt them, and with his Sword drawn opposes
_Marcel_, who is going to kill _Antonio_; _Lovis_ follows him.

_Alon._ Take Courage, Sir. [To _Antonio_, who goes out mad.

_Mar._ Prevented! whoe'er thou be'st.
It was unjustly done,
To save his Life who merits Death,
By a more shameful way.
But thank the Gods she still remains to meet
That Punishment that's due to her foul Lust.
[Offers to run at her, _Alonzo_ goes between.

_Alon._ 'Tis this way you must make your Passage then.

_Mar._ What art thou, that thus a second time
Dar'st interpose between Revenge and me?

_Alon._ 'Tis _Marcel_! What can this mean? [Aside.
Dost not thou know me, Friend? look on me well.

_Mar._ _Alonzo_ here! Ah I shall die with Shame. [Aside.
As thou art my Friend, remove from that bad Woman,
Whose Sins deserve no sanctuary.

_Euph._ What can he mean? I dare not shew my Face.
[Aside.

_Alon._ I do believe this Woman is a false one,
But still she is a Woman, and a fair one:
I would not suffer thee to injure her,
Tho I believe she has undone thy quiet,
As she has lately mine.

_Mar._ Why, dost thou know it then?
Stand by, I shall forget thou art my Friend else,
And thro thy Heart reach hers.

_Alon._ Nothing but Love could animate him thus,
He is my Rival. [Aside.
_Marcel_, I will not quit one inch of Ground;
Do what thou dar'st, for know I do adore her,
And thus am bound by Love to her Defence.
[Offers to fight _Marcel_, who retires in wonder.

_Euph._ Hold, noble Stranger, hold.

_Mar._ Have you such Pity on your Lover there?
[Offers to kill her, _Alonzo_ stays him.

_Euph._ Help, help. [Her Veil falls off.

Enter _Hippolyta_ drest like a Curtezan: Sees _Marcel._

_Hip._ Oh Gods, my Brother! in pity, Sir, defend me
From the just Rage of that incensed Man.
[_Runs behind _Lovis_, whilst _Marcel_ stands
gazing on both with wonder._

_Lov._ I know not the meaning of all this, but
However I'l