longer prevent, draws on
apace.
[Exit _Lovis_.
Come, Sir, you must conduct me to _Antonio_.

[Exeunt _Alonzo_, _Haunce_, and _Gload_.

_Hip._ So now the Work's half done, that will redeem
All the lost Credit of our Family.
To kill, or to be kill'd, I care not which, [Weeps.
So one or both expire; be strong, my Soul,
And let no feeble Woman dwell about thee.
Hence Fears and Pity, such poor things as these
Cannot the Storms of my Revenge appease:
Those Showers must from his treacherous Heart proceed,
If I can live and see _Antonio_ bleed. [Sighs, and Exit.

SCENE III. _A deep Grove._

Enter _Marcel_ alone.

_Mar._ The hour is almost come which I appointed,
And yet no _Silvio_ appears, the time seems long to me;
But he that's circled in his Mistress' Arms,
Forgets the hasty hours,
And passes them as unregarded by,
As Men do Beggars who demand a Charity.

Enter _Hippolyta_.
Young Man, hast thou encounter'd none within this Grove?

_Hip._ Not any, Sir,-- _Marcel_! my injur'd Brother!

_Mar._ Why dost thou turn away, and hide thy Face?

_Hip._ 'Tis not my Face I hide, but Sorrow there. [Weeps.

_Mar._ Trust me, thou weepest; would I could do so too,
That I might be less angry;
And Silence best expresses Grief:
But thine's a saucy Sorrow dares approach
A Face so fair and young.

_Hip._ If the Ingrate for whom I grieve had thought so, I might have
spar'd my Tears. Farewel, Sir.

_Mar._ Stay, hast thou been a Lover?

_Hip._ A very, very passionate one.

_Mar._ And wert thou not belov'd?

_Hip._ At first, to draw me in, the cunning Artist Made me believe I
was.

_Mar._ Oh! I could kiss thee now, for the alliance
Between thy Grief and mine.
Hadst thou a loose and wanton Sister too,
Then thou wert perfect wretched, as I am. [Weeps.
But prithee leave me, now I think of it:
For shouldst thou stay, thou'dst rob me of my Anger;
For since a Youth like thee can be unhappy,
With such a Shape, and so divine a Face,
Methinks I should not quarrel with my Star,
But bow to all my faithless Mistress' Scorns.
[Hollowing within.] So ho, ho, so ho, ho--

_Mar._ So ho, so ho, ho, ho-- 'Tis my false Rival.
Now leave me, Sir, to reassume my Anger.

_Hip._ I will obey-- farewel--
My own Despair makes me neglect his Life. [Goes out.

Enter _Silvio_.

_Mar._ 'Tis _Silvio_.

_Silv._ You see I have obey'd you, Sir.