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Scene 5.
Enter Alonzo and Mingo.Min.
This way he'll come—
Pray Sir! think on the sacred name of Friend,
May this sad difference have a happy end.
Alon.
Ha! here he comes! be gone! by Heav'n 'tis he,
My seeming Friend: Good Mingo pardon me;
I'll study how to recompence thy care.
Min.
In your success my pains rewarded are.
Exit Mingo, but returns again, watching them with his drawn Sword.
Enter Fenise.
Fen.
O have I found thee Traytor!
Alon.
Sir no words—
Our diffrence hears no Umpire but our Swords.
They fight.
Min.
peeping.
Bravely fought Boyes! So, that thrust was home,
When one is fall'n, then does bold Mingo come.
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[Alonzo disarms Fenise.
Sure they'r immortal, that was kindly met:
Mischief! what damn'd luck have I? his Sword's lost.
Fen.
O my curst fortune—Truth is ever crost.
Alon.
Now, if th'hast any thing to say make hast;
But know this very Minute is thy last.
Fen.
Use thy advantage, kill me, do base man!
I will have Justice when we meet again:
There thou shalt suffer for thy treachery,
And that false Woman too for whom I die.
Alon.
What means this language Sir? did I not wooe
Thy Mistriss for thee, and obtain her too?
Fen.
Must I hear this and live! no way to die!
Do'st thou upbraid me with thy Villany?
Alon.
Thy Crime does in thy ill success appear;
Did'st thou not come to meet Rosella here?
I knew thy foul intent, I knew it well,
What Charms did'st thou imploy? what cursed Spell,
To rob me of her Heart? What canst thou say?
Fen.
Thou kill'st me ten times o're in this delay.
Pr'ythee dispatch, lest I some blushes show,
To think those Crimes, thou canst not blush to do.
Let me not stand a Witness to my shame,
Since you, to meet the false Alcinda came.
Alon.
Then we are both abus'd—
Ming.
O hellish spight!
Yet I'll get something, if the rest hit right.
[Exit Mingo.
Fen.
Abus'd! am I awake? did I not see,
When Leonella gave a note to thee?
A Letter from Alcinda? and when you
Vow'd not to fail, Ha! is not this true?
Alon.
That very Letter you may here peruse.
Fenise
takes the Letter and reads it.
To Signior Alonzo.
My breast is loaded with unhappy News,
Which onely in your Ears I dare relate;
If you vouchsafe your presence when 'tis late,
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Else you will lose, and I shall be undone.
Your Slave Mingo.
Fen.
O subtle Villain! And thou crafty Maid!
What have I done? That I should be betraid?
I fear this is not all,—sure they intend
Some mischief to the Ladies e're it end.
Alon.
Mingo just parted hence, we may with speed
Prevent all danger, 'sdeath how fast you bleed?
Forgive my rash belief!—
Fen.
I must from you
The same entreat: But let's the Rogue pursue—
Alon.
He shall not 'scape, I'm sure he went this way.
My fears grow stronger by the least delay.
[A Pistol fir'd within.
Fen.
Ha! a Pistol! I fear we are too late.
Alon.
We will prevent, or we'll revenge their Fate.
[Exeunt Alonzo and Fenise.
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