_Fil_. I doubt it not, since in that lovely Face I see the charming Image of _Marcella_.
_Jul_. Hah!
_Mar_. You might, e"er Travel ruffled me to Man. [_Aside_.
--I shou"d return thy Praise whilst I survey thee, But that I came not here to compliment;--draw-- [_Draws_.
_Fil_. Why, cause thou"rt like _Marcella?_
_Mar_. That were sufficient reason for thy Hate, But mine"s because thou hast betray"d her basely.
--She told me all the story of her Love, How well you meant, how honestly you swore, And with a thousand Tears imploy"d my Aid To break the Contract she was forc"d to make T" _Octavio_, and give her to your Arms: I did, and brought you word of our Design, --I need not tell ye what returns you made; Let it suffice, my Sister was neglected, Neglected for a Curtezan,--a Wh.o.r.e; I watcht, and saw each Circ.u.mstance of Falshood.
_Jul_. d.a.m.nation! what means this?
_Fil_. I scorn to save my Life by Lyes or Flatteries; But credit me, the Visit that I made I durst have sworn had been to my _Marcella_; Her Face, her Eyes, her Beauty was the same, Only the business of her Language differ"d, And undeceiv"d my hope.
_Mar_. In vain thou think"st to flatter me to Faith,-- When thou"dst my Sister"s Letter in thy hand, which ended that dispute, Even then I saw with what regret you read it; What care you took to disobey it too-- The shivering Maid, half dead with fears and terrors of the Night, In vain expected a Relief from Love or thee.
Draw, that I may return her the glad news I have reveng"d her.
_Jul_. Hold, much mistaken Youth; "tis I am _Julio_, Thou, _Fillamour_, know"st my name, know"st I arriv"d But yesterday at _Rome_, and heard the killing News Of both my Sisters Flights, _Marcella_ and _Cornelia_,-- And thou art some Imposture. [_To_ Marcella.
_Mar_. If this now shou"d be true, I were in a fine condition.-- [_Aside_.
_Fil_. Fled! _Marcella_ fled!
_Jul_. "Twas she I told thee yesterday was lost; But why art thou concern"d?--explain the Mystery.
_Fil_. I lov"d her more than Life; nay, even than Heaven; And dost thou question my concern for her?
Say how, and why, and whither is she fled?
_Jul_. Oh, wou"d I knew, that I might kill her in her Lover"s Arms; Or if I found her innocent, restore her to _Octavio_.
_Fil_. To _Octavio_! and is my Friendship of so little worth, You cannot think I merit her?
_Jul_. This is some trick between "em; but I have sworn
Most solemnly, have sworn by Heaven and my Honour To resign her, and I will do"t or die-- Therefore declare quickly, declare where she is, Or I will leave thee dead upon the place. [_To_ Marcella.
_Mar_. So, Death or _Octavio_, a pretty hopeful Choice this!
_Fil_. Hold! by Heaven, you shall not touch a single hair, thus--will I guard the Secret in his bosom.
[_Puts himself between "em, draws_.
_Jul_. "Tis plain thou"st injur"d me,--and to my Honour I"ll sacrifice my Friendship, follow me.
[_Ex_. Jul. Fil.
_Enter_ Petro _and_ Cornelia.
_Mar_. Ah, _Petro_, fly, fly, swift and rescue him.-- [_Ex_. Pet. _with his Sword in his hand_.
_Cor_. Oh, have I found thee, fit for my purpose too? Come, haste along with me,--thou must present my Brother _Julio_ instantly, or I am lost, and my Project"s lost, and my Man"s lost, and all"s lost.
_Enter_ Petro.
_Pet_. _Victoria, Victoria_, your Cavalier"s the Conqueror; the other wounded in his Sword-hand, was easily disarmed.
_Mar_. Then let"s retire, if I am seen I"m lost;--_Petro_, stay here for the Cavalier, and conduct him to me to this house;--I must be speedy now.--
_Cor_. Remember this is _Julio_.
[_Pointing to_ Marcella.
_Pet_. I know your design, and warrant ye my part:--hah, _Octavio_ [_Exeunt_.
_Enter_ Octavio, Morosini _and_ c.r.a.pine.
_Oct_. Now, Cowardice, that everlasting Infamy, dwell ever on my face, that Men may point me out that hated Lover that saw his Mistress false, stood tamely by whilst she repeated Vows; nay, was so infamous, so dully tame, to hear her swear her Hatred and Aversion, yet still I calmly listen"d; though my Sword were ready, and did not cut his throat for"t.
_Mor_. I thought you"d said you"d fought.
_Oct_. Yes, I did rouze at last, and wak"d my Wrongs; But like an a.s.s, a patient Fool of Honour, I gave him friendly notice I wou"d kill him; And fought like Prizers, not as angry Rivals.
_Mor_. Why, that was handsome,--I love fair play; what wou"d you else have done?
_Oct_. Have fall"n upon him like a sudden Storm, [_Enter_ Pet. _and_ Fill.]
quick unexpected in his height of Love:--see--see yonder; or I"m mistaken by this glimmering Day, or that is _Fillamour_ now entering at her door; "tis he, by my Revenge--What say you, Sir?
_Mor_. By th" Ma.s.s, I think "twas he--
[_Enter_ Julio.
_Oct_. _Julio_, I"ve caught the Wantons in their Toil, I have "em fast, thy Sister and her Lover.
[_Embraces him_.
_Jul_. Eternal Shame light on me if they scape then.
_Oct_. Follow me quick, whilst we can get Admittance.
_Jul_. Where--here?
_Oct_. Here,--come all and see her Shame and my Revenge.
_Jul_. And are you not mistaken in the House?
_Oct_. Mistaken! I saw the Ravisher enter just now, thy Uncle saw it too; Oh, my excessive Joy! come, if I lye--say I"m a Dog, a Villain.
[_Exeunt as into the House_.
SCENE IV. _Changes to a Chamber_.