She has out-sinn’d even me in this Consent.
Enter Marcel from amongst the Trees softly with his Dagger behind Silvio.
Mar. Oh, here they are—
Franc. My Lord, defend your self, your are undone else.
Silv. Hah, Marcel! [Draws.
Franc. Help, help.
Mar. Hell take thy Throat.
Enter Ambrosio, Clarinda, Cleonte, and the rest of the House.
Amb. Hold, Villain, hold.
How dar’st thou thus rebel—ungrateful Wretch?