or both?
I am _Alonzo_, who dares love _Hippolyta_?

_Hip._ Let not your friendship, Sir, proceed so far,
To take my Name, to take my Quarrel on you.

_Alon._ In this Dispute none's more concern'd than I,
And I will keep my ground in such a cause,
Tho all the Rivals that her Beauty makes me,
Were arm'd to take my Life away.

_Ant._ Come, Sir, I care not which of you's _Alonzo_.
[They go to fight, she holds _Alonzo_.

_Hip._ This Gallantry's too much, brave Stranger.
_Antonio_, hurt him not; I am the wrong'd _Alonzo_,
And this a perfect Stranger to the business,
Who seeing me appear less Man than he,
And unacquainted with my Deeds abroad,
In Bounty takes my Name and Quarrel on him.

_Alon._ Take heed, young Man, and keep thy Virtue in,
Lest thus misguided it become a Crime.
But thou, he says, hast wrong'd _Hippolyta_, [To _Antonio_.
And I am he must punish it.

_Hip._ Sure it is he indeed--
For such a Miracle my Brother render'd him, [Aside.
Hold, hold, thou Wonder of thy Sex-- [They fight.

_Alon._ Stand by, I shall be angry with thee else,
And that will be unsafe--

[As _Alonzo_ fights with one Hand, he keeps her off with t'other;
she presses still forward on _Antonio_ with her Sword, indeavouring
to keep back _Alonzo_.

Enter to them _Marcel._

_Mar._ Sure I heard the Noise of Swords this way!
[Draws.
Hah, two against one! Courage, Sir. [To _Antonio_.
[They fight all four, _Marcel_ with _Hippolyta_ whom he wounds,
and _Alonzo_ with _Antonio_, who is disarmed.

_Hip._ Good Heaven, how just thou art!

_Mar._ What, dost thou faint already?-- Hah, the pretty talking Youth I
saw but now!
[Runs to her, and holds her up.
Alas, how dost thou?

_Hip._ Well, since thy Hand has wounded me--

_Ant._ My Life is yours, nor would I ask the Gift,
But to repair my Injuries to _Hippolyta_.

_Alon._ I give it thee-- [Gives him his Sword.

_Mar._ How, _Antonio_!--
What unkind Hand has rob'd me of the justice
Of killing thee?

_Alon._ His that was once thy Friend, _Marcel_.

_Mar._ Oh! dost thou know my Shame? [Turns away.

_Alon._ I know thou art false to Friendship,
And therefore do demand mine back again, thou'st us'd it scurvily.

_Mar._ Thou knowst too much to think I've injur'd thee.

_Alon._ Not injur'd me! Who was it promis'd me _Hippolyta_?
Who his Alliance, and his Friendship too?
And who has