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's _Alonzo_, Sir. _Hau._ Oh the Devil, a thundring Name too; but will this same-- _Alonzo_ make no allowance for necessity?-- I vow 'tis pure necessity in me to marry you: the old Men being agreed upon the Matter, I am but an Instrument-- alas, not I, [Crys. A very Tool, as they say, so I am. _Glo._ Lord, Sir, why do you cry? I meant no harm. _Hau._ No harm, you Rascal-- to say I am valiant. _Glo._ Why, yes, Sir, and if you would say so too, at worst 'twas but getting Don _Lovis_ to have fought for you; you know that's a small courtesy to a Friend. _Hau._ Faith, now thou art in the right; he'll do his Business for him, I'll warrant him. [Wipes his Eyes. Nay then, Madam, I have Courage, and will to this Don-- this _Alonzo_ you speak of; and if he do not resign you, and consign you too, I'll make him; yes, make him, do ye see-- If _Lovis_ should refuse me now-- [Aside. _Glo._ Shaw, Sir, he makes nothing to kill a Man, ten or twenty. _Euph._ Well, since you are so resolv'd, my Brother will tell you where to find this _Alonzo_; and tell him, I must marry you to day, for I am resolv'd not to lie alone tonight. _Hau._ What would not a Man do for so kind a Mistress? _Euph._ Well, get you about it strait then, lest my Father's coming prevent it. [Exeunt _Euphemia_ and _Olinda_. _Hau._ I am gone-- but if _Lovis_ should fail-- _Glo._ He would beat you, if he thought you doubted him. _Hau._ I'll keep my Fears then to my self. [Go out. SCENE II. _The Street._ Enter _Hippolyta_ drest like a Man, with a Paper. _Hip._ Thus I dare look abroad again: Methinks I am not what I was, My Soul too is all Man; Where dwells no Tenderness, no womanish Passions. I cannot sigh, nor weep, nor think of Love, But as a foolish Dream that's gone and past. Revenge has took possession of my Soul, And drove those Shadows thence; and shows me now Love, in so poor, so despicable a Shape, So quite devested of his Artful Beauty, That I'm asham'd I ever was his Votary. Well, here's my Challenge to _Antonio_; But how to get it to him is the Question. Base as he is, he'll not refuse to come, And since he never saw the wrong'd _Alonzo_, Sure I may pass for him. Who's here?-- Enter _Haunce_ and _Gload_. She stands aside. _Hau._ _Gload_, if it were possible I could be sober, and valiant at once, I should now be provok'd to exercise it: for I cannot find _L
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