Mar. This is not just, ye Gods, to punish me, and let the Traytor ’scape unknown too: Methought ’twas Silvio’s Voice, or else a sudden thought of Jealousy come into my Head would make me think so.
Enter Clarinda and Dormida with Light.
Clar. I tell you I did hear the noise of fighting.
Dorm. Why, between whom should it be? I’ll be sworn Marcel came in alone.
Clar. Marcel! and wounded too! oh I’m lost. [Sees him, weeps.
Mar. Keep your false Tears to bathe your Lover’s Wounds.
For I perhaps have [given him some]—Thou old Assistant to her Lust, whose greatest Sin is wishing, tell me who ’twas thou didst procure for her. [In rage to Dormida.
Dorm. Alas! I cannot imagine who it should be, unless Don Silvio, who has sometimes made Addresses to her: But oh the House is up, Madam, we are undone; let’s fly for Heavens sake.
Clar. Oh Marcel, can you believe— [A Noise.
Dorm. Come, come, I’ll not be undone for your Fiddle-faddles; I’ll lay it all on you, if I be taken. [Pulls out Clarinda.
Mar. Sot that I was, I could not guess at this to day, by his Anger at the Letter I foolishly shew’d him; he is my Rival, and ’tis with him she’s fled; and I’ll endeavour to pursue them. [Offers to go.