Dia. I have already writ to my Uncle, and the Messenger assur’d me, he would gratify my Desires; that done, I will be yours. [To Friendlove.
Bel. But why thus drest? it might have led my Rage, Full of Despair and Jealousy to have hurt thee.
Cel. Sir, when the Letter came of your being married,
I will not tell you all the Effects it had
Upon my desperate Soul;
But this I know, I had resolv’d to die,
But first to see you. Your Page inform’d the Nurse
All that had past, and of the last Night’s Ball;
And much concern’d, she got this Habit for me,
And inform’d me how ‘twas I was to act,
And that my Brother (describing of his Dress) was gone before.
This made me haste, lest e’er I came
His Rage had done the Business which it went for.
Friend. And so it had, hadst thou not hinder’d me; For I, Sir, was the Man who drew on you.
Bel. And was it thou that didst defend my Heart, That I might live to pay thy Goodness back?
Cel. It was to save your Life, and to expose my own.
Dia. Come, let’s in, and consult what’s best for us to do.
Bel. Come, my Celinda. Let us no longer doubt, the Pow’rs above Will be propitious to united Love.
[Ex. Cel.
Enter Servant.