And dost thou question my concern for her,
Say how! and why! and whether is she fled!
Jul.
Oh wou'd I knew, that I might kill her in her Lovers Arms, Or if I found her innocent, restore her to Octavio!
Fill.
To Octavio! and is my friendship of so little worth, You cannot think I merrit her.
Jul.
This is some trick between 'em! but I have sworn most solemn∣ly, have sworn by Heaven and my Honour to resign her, and I will do't or dye,—therefore declare quickly, declare where she's, or I will leave thee dead upon the place.
[To Marcella.
Mar.
So, death or Octavio, a pretty hopefull choice this.
Fill.
Hold! by Heaven you shall not touch a single hair, thus—will I guard the secret in his bosome.
[Puts himself between 'em draws.
Jul.
'Tis plain thoust injur'd me,—and to my Honour I'le sacrifice my friendship, follow me.
[Enter Petro and Cornelia.
Mar.
Ah Petro, fly fly swist and rescue him.—
[Exiunt Pet. with his sword in his hand.
Cor.
Oh have I found thee, fit for my purpose too. Come hast along with me,—thou must present my Brother Julio in∣stantly, or I am lost, and my projects lost, and my mans lost, and all's lost.
Enter Petro.
Pet.
Victoria, Victoria, your Cavaliers and Conqueror! the other wounded in his sword hand, was easily disarm'd.
Mar.
Then lets retire, if I am seen I'me lost,—Petro stay here for the Cavalier, and conduct him to me to this house;—I must be speedy now.—
Cor.
Remember this is Julio!
[Pointing to Marcella!
Pet.
I know your design and warrant ye my part:—hah Octavio.
Enter Octavio, Murisini, and Crapine.
Oct.
Now cowardise that everlasting infamy, dwell ever on my face, that men may point me out that hated Lover, that saw his Mistress false, stood tamely by whilst she repeated vows! nay was so infamous so dully tame, to hear her swear her hatred and aversion, yet still I calmly listend! thongh my sword were ready, and did not cut his throat for't.
Mur.
I thought, you'd said you'd fought.
Oct.
Yes, I did rouse at last and wak'd my wrongs,
But like an Ass a patient fool of Honour,
I gave him friendly Notice I wou'd kill him;
And fought like prizers not as angry Rivals.
Mur.
Why that was hansome,—I love fair play what wou'd you else have done!
Oct.
Have fall'n upon him like a sudain storm,
[Enter Pet. and Fill.
quick unexpected in his height of Love:—see—see yonder! or I'me mistaken by this glimering day or that is
Fillamour; now entering at her door, 'tis he by my revenge:—what say you Sir.