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Show i<$8 The FATAL MARRIAGE; Bell. Let the Servants be call'd. The^e his A^X'V,^ do A n d wonnot charge themieives. * / uu A Murder for his Service; they can ne, Lie nimb y ; and fwear hard to bring him off. Y o u f a T y o « d"rew your Sword in his Defence ? W h o weVe* his Enemies r Did h f need Defence ? Had he wrong'd any one ? Could he have Caufe T o apprehend a Danger but from you ? A n d vet y o u Refcu'd him ! N o , no, he came Unfeafonably, (that w a s all his Crime) Unluckily to interrupt your Sport : Y o u were new-Marry'd, Marry d o his Wife; A n d therefore you, and fhe, and all of you, (For all of you I muft believe concern d) Combin'd to Murder him out of the w a y. Bell. If it be fo. Car. It can be only fo. Tred. Indeed it has a Face. Car. As black as Hell. C. Bald. T h e L a w will do m e Juftice : Send fori Magiftrate. Car. I'll g o m y felf for h i m [b, Vil. Thefe ftrong Preemptions, I muft o w n indeed, Are violent againft m e ; but I have A Witnefs, and o n this fide Heav'n too. Fred. W h a t Cries are thofe ? Vil. O p e n that Door. S C E N E of erf d flows Pedro onR ad Here's one can tell you all. .-*.«, Fed. All, all : T a k e m e but f r o m the Rack 111 co all. I can hold out n o longer. Vil. Y o u and your Accomplices defign'd T o Murder Biron f Speak. jp^. W e did. Or, The Innocent Adultery T<J6 Vil. Did you engage upon your private \xr Or were employ'd? r 7 pnvate Wrongs, fed. He never did us wrong. Vil. You were fet on theji. fid. O ! w e were fet on. yd. What do you k n o w of m e? fed. Nothing, nothing: you fav'd his Life; and have difcover'd me. Vil Take him down. ' C.Bald. Hold. Vil He has acquitted m e . If you wou'd be refolv'd of any thing, He Hands upon his anfwer. C. Bald. W h o fet you o n to act this horrid Deed > fed. Kill m e out-right; let all the Guilt be mine* C, Bald. I'll k n o w the Villain; give m e quick his isame, Jr I will tear it from thy bleeding Heart. till hard, rack, torture h i m - - fed. 0 ! I confefs. C. Bald. D o then. fed. It was m y Mafter Carlos, ycur o w n Son C. Bald O monftrous! monftrous! moft unnaturali Ired. Did he employ you to murder his o w n Brother? fed. He did, and he w a s with us w h e n 'twas done C Bald. If this be true, which is impoffible is but juft upon m e : Biron's W r o n g s ft be reveng'd; and I the Caufe of all. 'red. What will you d o with him ? . Bald. Nov/ take h i m d o w n : know too much. ^^ *** fi°m th *** fl I had forgot: Y o u r wretched, dying Son ve me this Letter for you, rbh^ ;* J o TJ • dare deliver it; If it fpJaks of m e , [ ' "" mWm> Fay to have it read. C.Bald Y o u k n o w the H a nd M I know 'tis Biron's Hand. C Bald. Pray read it. ft. IT. H Bellfor-i |