Will. This Damsel, by
the part o'th' Town she lives in, shou'd be of Quality, and therefore
can have no dishonest design on me, it must be right down substantial
Love, that's certain. Beau. Yet I'll in and arm my self for the
Encounter, for 'twill be rough between us, tho we're Friends. [Groping
about, finds the Door. Will. Oh, 'tis this I'm sure, because the Door
is open. Beau. Hah- who's there?- [Beau. advances to unlock the Door,
runs against Will. draws. Will. That Voice is of Authority, some
Husband, Lover, or a Brother, on my Life- this is a Nation of a word
and a blow, therefore I'll betake me to Toledo- [Draws. [Willmore in
drawing hits his Sword against that of Beaumond, who turns and fights,
La Nuche runs into the Garden frighted. Beau. Hah, are you there?
Sanc. I'll draw in defence of the Captain- [Sancho fights for Beau.
and beats out Will. Will. Hah, two to one? [Turns and goes in. Beau.
The Garden Door clapt to; sure he's got in; nay, then I have him sure.
The Scene changes to a Garden, La Nuche in it; to her Beau. who takes
hold of her sleeve. La Nu. Heavens, where am I? Beau. Hah-a Woman! and
by these Jewels- should be Ariadne. [feels.]'Tis so! Death, are all
Women false? [She struggles to get away, he holds her. -Oh, tis in
vain thou fly'st, thy Infamy will stay behind thee still.
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