Cla. Dear Arabella what can all this mean?
Ara. Can you be doubtful of the Effect, who are your self the Cause?
Cla. I the Cause, Inform me how?
Ara. O Clara, Clara, your Syrens Voice has drawn my Bonvile from these spotless Virgins Arms, and made me ever wretched!
Cla. Who (if thou ever lov’dst me) tax’d me with a Crime so foul, as I abhor to hear it only named?
Ara. Friendly..
Cla. O Arabella, forgive and pity me, who am indeed the innocent, unhappy Cause of all those Griefs which now afflict you both; which I’ll relate in brief, if you will please to withdraw one Moment with me.
Ara. With all my Heart.
Cla. Come then:
And since your Ruine I did first conspire,
I’ll all appease, thus Fire’s expell’d by Fire.
[Exeunt.