Lord. Enough, enough at this time, let’s see the Bride to bed, the Bridegroom thinks it long.
Friend. Hell! Can I endure to hear all this with Patience?
Shall he depart with Life to enjoy my Right,
And to deprive my Sister of her due?
—Stay, stay, and resign
That Virgin.
Bel. Who art thou that dar’st lay a Claim to ought that’s here?
Friend. This Sword shall answer ye. [Draws.
Bel. Though I could spare my Life, I’ll not be robb’d of it. [Draws.
Dia. Oh, my dear Bellmour!
[All draw on Bellmour’s side_—Diana holds Bellmour, Celinda runs between their Swords, and defends Bellmour; Sir Tim. Sham, and Sharp draw, and run into several Corners, with signs of Fear.
Friend. Who art thou, that thus fondly guard’st his Heart? [To Celinda. —Be gone, and let me meet it.
Cel. That thou mayst do through mine, but no way else.
Friend. Here are too many to encounter, and I’ll defer my Vengeance.