Alon. Stand by, I shall be angry with thee else,
And that will be unsafe—
[As Alonzo fights with one Hand, he keeps her off with t’other; she presses still forward on Antonio with her Sword, indeavouring to keep back Alonzo.
Enter to them Marcel.
Mar. Sure I heard the Noise of Swords this way! [Draws.
Hah, two against one! Courage, Sir. [To Antonio.
[They fight all four, Marcel with Hippolyta whom he wounds, and Alonzo with Antonio, who is disarmed.
Hip. Good Heaven, how just thou art!
Mar. What, dost thou faint already?—Hah, the pretty talking Youth I saw but now! [Runs to her, and holds her up.
Alas, how dost thou?