Bel. Of thee!—dar’st thou detain me? [Offers to go in.
Friend. Death! how shou’d he know she’s here? [Aside. —Stay, Sir, this way our Business lies. [Pulls him back.
Bel. I ask not thine, but mine lies only this way. [Offers to go in again.
Friend. By Heav’n, you shall not enter here.
Bel. I know thou lov’st her. And ‘tis with Reason thou deny’st an Entrance To one so much unworthy to approach her.
Friend. Yes, I do love her, and dare own it too; And will defend her from one so base and treacherous.
Bel. Who dares deny thy Reasons?
Friend. Sh’has made me take an Oath, to fight with thee; And every Wound my lucky Sword shou’d make, She bad me say, was sent thee from her Hate.
Bel. Oh, I believe thee: prithee tell on, young Man, That I may die without the aid of Wounds.
Friend. To break thy Heart, know then, she loves another, And has took back the Vows she made to thee, And given ‘em to a Man more worthy of ‘em.