I am the unhappy Cause of all your Rage:
’Tis I, generous Alonzo, that can tell you
What he’s asham’d to own,
And thou wilt blush to hear.
Mar. Hippolyta! thou wretched wicked Woman:
Thus I reward thy Sins— [Offers to kill her, Antonio steps between.
Ant. Hold, Sir, and touch her not without my leave,
She is my Wife; by sacred Vows my Wife.
Alon. I understand no riddling; but whoever thou be’st.
Man or Woman, thou’rt worth our Care—