Mar. The Case is soon decided; I will not tell you with how tedious a Courtship I won the Heart, as I thought, of a young Beauty of this Town—and yesterday receiv’d a Billet from her, to wait on her at night, to receive the recompence of all my Pains and Sufferings—In this extasy of Joy I show’d him the Paper; and he getting thither before me, rob’d me of my Prize.
Silv. I am so pleas’d at this mistake of thine, I can forgive it freely.
Mar. Not content with this, most treacherously, hid in the shades of Night, he met me in the Hall of this false Woman, and stab’d me, which did secure his flight with her; and wouldst thou have me put this Injury up?
Alon. Faith, you must, and your Sword too,
Unless you mean to keep it drawn on me.
’Twas I that wounded you i’ th’ dark; and it was I
That rob’d you of Clarinda.
Mar. Thou?
Alon. I, am I so unlikely a Man to do such a feat?
Mar. How dare you, Sir, do this?