Chapter 72

Alon. This Act of mine was rash and ill-natur’d, And I cannot leave the Street with a good Conscience, Till I know what mischief I have done.

Enter _Dormida_ and _Clarinda_.

Hah, Ladies from the same House! these are Birds that I have frighted from their Nests I am sure: I’ll proffer my Service to them.

Dorm. Why do not you make more haste?

254 Clar. How can she go, whose Life is left behind? Besides, I know not whither we should go. Ye Powers that guard the Innocent, protect us.

Alon. These must be some whom I have injur’d. Ladies—you seem as in distress.

Dorm. Oh, Sir, as you are a Gentleman, assist a pair of Virgins.

Alon. What’s this, a mumping Matron? I hope the other’s young, or I have offer’d my Service to little purpose.

Clar. Sir, if you will have the Charity to assist us, Do it speedily, we shall be very grateful to you.

Alon. Madam, I will, but know not where to carry ye; my Lodging is in an Inn, and is neither safe nor honourable: but Fortune dares no less than protect the Fair, and I’ll venture my Life in your Protection and Service. [Exeunt.

Enter _Marcel_ faintly.

Mar. Stay, Traytor, stay—oh they are out of sight, But may my Curse o’ertake them in their flight. [Exit.