Bel. Alas! I credit thee—yet—then, by Heav’n, she’s false!
And I will know, why ‘tis she is thus perjur’d. [Offers to go.
—Nay, now—nor Heaven, nor Hell, shall hinder me.
—Stand off, or to the number I’ll add one Sin more,
And make my Passage to it through thy Heart.
Friend. And so you shall, Sir.
[They fight, Bellmour disarms Friend, and runs in_.
—Disarm’d! by Heav’n, you shall not so escape
A Rage that is too just here to give o’er.
SCENE IV. Changes to the Inside of Friendlove’s Lodgings.
Enter Celinda, as before, met by Nurse.
Nur. Oh, Madam, here’s Mr. Bellmour; he has wounded my young Master, who deny’d him Entrance, and is come into the House, and all in Rage demands his Wife.
Cel. Oh Heav’n! Demands his Wife! Is that sad Curse Added to all the rest?—Does he then love her?
Enter Bellmour with two Swords.
Nur. Whither do you press, Sir? and what’s your business?