Sight of each other start and look amaz'd. Arcalaus
advances to stab him. Arcabon in the Instant enters,
seizes Oriana, holding a Dagger at her Breast.
Arcalaus with-holds his Blow.
Arcab. Strike boldly, Murd'rer, strike him to the Ground,
While thus my Dagger answers ev'ry Wound;
Drink deep the Blood from the most mortal Part,
I'll do thee reason in Oriana's Heart.
By what new Magick is thy Vengeance charm'd?
Trembles thy Hand, before a Man unarm'd?
When by Oriana's Death, debarr'd of Bliss,
Then triumph in the Fate of Amadis.
Ori. Strike, my Deliv'rer, 'tis a friendly Stroke,
I shun thee not, but rather wou'd provoke:
Death to the Wretched is an end of Care,
But yet, methinks he might that Victim spare.
Amad. Burst, burst these Fetters, that like Perseus I
May to the Succour of the Charmer fly;
My Soul, till now, no Dangers cou'd affright,
But trembles, like a Coward's, at this Sight.
Arcab. So passionate! But I'll revenge it here.
Arcal. Hold, Fury, or I strike as home; forbear.
