he ravish't from her. But so foule the cause is,
I rather should lament the Princes folly
than plead in his behalf.
Mur.
'Tis but vain,
there is your warrant, as you are high Marshal,
to summon him to make his speedy appearance
'fore the Tribunall of Almanzor;
so pray you execute your office.
Exit.
Tar.
How one vice
can like a small cloud when't breaks forth in showers,
black the whole heaven of vertues! O my Lord,
Enter Abil∣qualit, Muts, whis∣pring, seem to make pro∣testations. Exeunt.
that face of yours which once with Angell brightnesse
cheer'd my faint sight, like a grim apparition
frights it with ghastly terror: you have done
a deed that startles vertue till it shakes
as it got a palsie. I'me commanded
to summon you before your father, and
hope you'l obey his mandate.
Abil.
Willingly,
what's my offence, Tarifa?
Tar.
Would you knew not,
I did presage your too unruly passions
would hurry you to some disast'rons act,
but ne're imagin'd you'd have been so lost
to masculine honor, to commit a rape
on that unhappy object of your love,
whom now y'ave made the spoil of your foul lust,
the much wrong'd wife of Mura.
Abil.
Why, do's Mura charge me with his Caropia's rape?
Tar.
This warrant sent by your angry father, testifies
he means to appeach you of it.
Abil.
'Tis my fortune, all natural motions when they
approach their end, hast to draw to't with accustom'd
swiftnesse. Rivers with greedier speed run neere
their out-falls, than at their springs. But I'me resolv'd,
let what happen that will, I'le stand it, and defend
Carpoia's honor, though mine own I ruin;
Who dares not dye to justifie his love,
deserves not to enjoy her. Come, Tarifa,
what e're befall, I'me resolute. He dies
glorious, that falls loves innocent sacrifice.
Exeunt.