Jul. Oh, wou’d I knew, that I might kill her in her Lover’s Arms; Or if I found her innocent, restore her to Octavio.
Fil. To Octavio! and is my Friendship of so little worth, You cannot think I merit her?
Jul. This is some trick between ‘em; but I have sworn
Most solemnly, have sworn by Heaven and my Honour
To resign her, and I will do’t or die—
Therefore declare quickly, declare where she is,
Or I will leave thee dead upon the place. [To Marcella.
Mar. So, Death or Octavio, a pretty hopeful Choice this!
Fil. Hold! by Heaven, you shall not touch a single hair, thus—will I guard the Secret in his bosom. [Puts himself between ‘em, draws.
Jul. ‘Tis plain thou’st injur’d me,—and to my Honour I’ll sacrifice my Friendship, follow me. [Ex. Jul. Fil.
Enter Petro and Cornelia.
Mar. Ah, Petro, fly, fly, swift and rescue him.— [Ex. Pet. with his Sword in his hand.
Cor. Oh, have I found thee, fit for my purpose too? Come, haste along with me,—thou must present my Brother Julio instantly, or I am lost, and my Project’s lost, and my Man’s lost, and all’s lost.