Alon. Now am I in a worse Condition than before, can neither advance nor retreat: I do not like this groping alone in the Dark thus. Whereabouts am I? I dare not call: were this fair thing she spoke of but now half so impatient as I, she would bring a Light, and conduct me.
Enter Marcel.
Mar. ’Tis wondrous dark.
Alon. Hah, a Man’s Voice that way; that’s not so well: it may be some Lover, Husband, or Brother; none of which are to be trusted in this Case, therefore I’ll stand upon my Guard. [Draws: [Marcel coming towards him jostles him.]
Mar. Who’s there?
Alon. A Man.
Mar. A Man! none such inhabit here. [Draws.
Thy Business?
Alon. This shall answer you, since there’s no other way.
[They fight, Alonzo wounds Marcel, who fights him to the Door; Alonzo goes out, Marcel gropes to follow.