Thou wouldst evade thy Fate?
Didst thou not know she was my Wife by promise?
Did not Marcel, Ambrosio, all consent
To make her mine as soon as I arriv’d?
Alon. Who the Devil’s that young Bully that takes my Name, and my Concerns upon him? [Aside.
Hip. But why should I expect a Truth from thee,
Who after so much time, so many Vows,
So many Tears, Despairs and Sighs, at last
Didst gain a Credit with this easy Fool,
Then left her to her shames, and her despairs?—Come, Sir—