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Scene 3.
Enter Mingo alone.Mingo.
'Tis late, Alonzo does not yet appear;
He promis'd faithfully he would be here.
I hear him coming—
Enter Alonzo.
Sir! you are fairly met—
This Credit does increase your Servants Debt.
Pardon my boldness Sir! before you go,
I will discharge part of the Debt I ow.
Alon.
Honest Mingo! although I cannot guess
Thy earnest bus'ness, I believe no less;
I will reward thy care, now speak it out—
Min.
The Story is so strange, that I much doubt
Your want of Faith; and wish withall my heart,
That I had better tidings to impart.
Call all that's Man about you, this will make
The strongest of your Resolutions shake.
Alon.
Thy strange beginning makes me fear the end.
Min.
Y'are cheated by a Mistriss, and a Friend:
They both are false—
Alon.
Malicious Fool beware:
Think not to take me in a jealous Snare.
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Such blessings as they are; so kind, so true:
Repeat it not again, this I forgive;
After a second blasphemy thou shalt not live.
Min.
So, this is my reward. What will you do?
Pray draw upon your Servant, kill me too.
Yet I'll pronounce it true, and on your Sword,
My loss of life shall justifie my word.
This night he takes her with her own consent,
Yet trust me not, swear they are innocent:
Your Faith's at liberty—Yet go but home,
And kill me there, if Fenise does not come.
Alon.
Take heed! I take thy word; but if he do,
I'll kill that faithless Friend, and cherish you.
Min.
You need not kill him Sir! that's too severe,
He may repent it when he meets you there.
Remember Sir! his Faith ne'r knew a Crime,
Nor wandring thought, till this unhappy time.
Will you destroy a Friend so often prov'd,
Because your Mistriss has so falsely lov'd?
Perhaps the Lady first began to Wooe;
'Tis not so strange, to find their Sex untrue.
Alon.
No more! th'ast rais'd an Earthquake in my breast,
But through his Blood, I know no way to rest.
Yet I would spare him, but the Crimes too foul,
A strange Convulsion tears my wav'ring Soul:
'Tis but a faithless Woman at the most,
She soon was won, and is as quickly lost.
Min.
He cools too fast, I must renew his heat;
This brave Resolve has made you truly great,
Perhaps they'l glory in their base success,
And call your Mercy stupid Easiness—
But let them laugh; your Conscience still is clear.
Alon.
Friendship be gone! thou hast no int'rest here.
Yet, witness Heaven! how unwillingly
I take his Life, for He (or I) must dye.
'Tis Honour murthers him, that gilded Air,
No other way remains to keep it fair.
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Pray think again
Alon.
I've thought too much, away!—
Min.
Thou wilt repent thy rashness e'r 'tis day.
[Aside.
Exeunt Alonzo and Mingo.
Enter Fenise as watching them.
Fen.
That base contriving Eunuch leads him on;
Well Renegado! we shall meet anon.
Ye Gods!—
But why should I invoke your partial aid?
By whose permission 'tis that I'm betray'd?
These little Crimes of perjur'd Love, you slight,
That you may punish them—
I know your aim, Revenge is your delight.
But since you use me thus, I'll seize your right,
I will not for your drowzy Justice wait,
Ev'n now your Vengeance I'le anticipate.
Ezit Fenise with his Sword drawn.
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