_Sanch._ No more?
1 _Attend._ Of worth,
And quality.
_Sanch._ And I should quit my sword
There were small worth or quality in that friend;
Pray thee learn thou more worth and quality
Than to demand it.
_Gov._ Force it I say.
1 _Attend._ The Governor
You hear, commands.
_Sanch._ The Governr shall pardon me.
_Phi._ How, _Leocadia_ gone again? [_Exit_ Phi.
_Sanch._ He shall friend
I' th' point of honor; by his leave, so tell him,
His person and authority I acknowledge,
And do submit me to it; but my Sword,
He shall excuse me, were he fifteen Governors;
That and I dwell together, and must yet
Till my hands part, assure him.
_Gov._ I say force it.
_Sanch._ Stay, hear me. Hast thou ever read _Caranza_?
Understandst thou honor, Noble Governor?
_Gov._ For that we'll have more fit dispute.
_Sanch._ Your name Sir?
_Gov._ You shall know that too: but on colder terms,
Your blood and brain are now too hot to take it.
_Sanch._ Force my Sword from me? this is an affront.
_Gov._ Bring 'em away.
_Sanch._ You'll do me reparation. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Philippo.
_Phi._ I have for ever lost her, and am lost,
And worthily: my lameness hath undone me;
She's gone hence, asham'd of me: yet I seek her.
Will she be ever found to me again,
Whom she saw stand so poorly, and dare nothing
In her defence, here? when I should have drawn
This Sword out like a Meteor, and have shot it
In both our Parents eies, and left 'em blind
Unto their impotent angers? Oh I am worthy
On whom this loss and scorn should light to death
Without the pity that should wish me better,
Either alive, or in my Epitaph.
_Enter_ Leonardo, Mark-Antonio.
_Leo._ Well Son, your Father is too near himself
And hath too much of nature to put off
Any affection that belongs to you,
I could have only wish'd you had acquainted
Her Father, whom it equally concerns,
Though y'had presum'd on me: it might have open'd
An easier gate, and path to both our joyes:
For though I am none of those flinty Fathers
That when their children do but natural things,
Turn rock and offence straight: yet _Mark-antonio_,
All are not of my quarry.
_Mar._ 'Tis my fear Sir;
And if hereafter I should e'r abuse
So great a piety, it were my malice.
_Enter Attendants_.
_Atten._ We must intreat you Gentlemen to take
Another room, the Governor is coming
Here, on some business.
_Enter Governor_, Sanchio, Alphonso. _Attendants_.
_Mar._ We will give him way.
_Sanch._ I will have right Sir on you; that believe,
If there be any Marshals Court in _Spain_.
_Gov._ For that Sir we shall talk.
_Sanch._ ---- Do not slight me,
Though I am without a Sword.
_Gov._ Keep to your Chair Sir.
_Sanch._ ---- Let me fall, and hurle my chair! (slaves) at him.
_Gov._ You are the more temper'd man Sir: let me intreat
Of you the manner how this brawl fell out.
_Alph._ Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much:
But here we came Sir to this Town together,
Both in one business, and one wrong, engag'd,
To seek one _Leonardo_, an old _Genoese_,
I ha' said enough there; would you more? false father
Of a false son, call'd _Mark-antonio_,
Who had stole both our Daughters; and which Father
Conspiring with his Son in treachery,
It seem'd, to flie our satisfaction,
Was, as we heard, come private to this Town
Here to take ship for _Italy_.
_Leo._ You heard
More than was true then: by the fear, or falshood,
And though I thought not to reveal my self
(Pardon my manners in't to you) for some
Important reasons; yet being thus character'd
And challeng'd, know I dare appear, and doe
To who dares threaten.
_Mar._ I say he is not worthy
The name of man, or any honest preface,
That dares report or credit such a slander.
Do you Sir say it?
_Alph._ I doe say it.
_Gov._ Hold.
Is this your father Signior _Mark-antonio_?
You have ill requited me thus to conceal him
From him would honor him, and do him service.
_Enter_ Eugenia.
_Leon._ 'Twas not his fault Sir.
_Eug._ Where's my Lord?
_Gov._ Sweet-heart.
_Eug._ Know you these Gentlemen? they are all the fathers
Unto our friends.
_Gov._ So it appears my Dove.
_Sanch._ Sir, I say nothing: I do want a Sword.
And till I have a Sword I will say nothing.
_Eug._ Good Sir, command these Gentlemen their Arms;
Entreat 'em as your friends, not as your prisoners.
Where be their Swords?
_Gov._ Restore each man his weapon.
_Sanch._ It seems thou hast not read _Caranza_, fellow
I must have reparation of honor,
As well as this: I find that wounded.
_Gov._ Sir,
I did not know your quality, if I had
'Tis like I should have done you more respects.
_Sanch._ It is sufficient, by _Caranza's_ rule.
_Eug._ I know it is Sir.
_Sanch._ Have you read _Caranza_ Lady?
_Eug._ If you mean him that writ upon the Duel,
He was my kinsman.
_Sanch._ Lady, then you know
By the right noble writings of your kinsman,
My honor is as dear to me, as the Kings.
_Eug._ 'Tis very true Sir.
_Sanch._ Therefore [I] must crave
Leave to go on now with my first dependance.
_Eug._ What ha' you more?
_Gov._ None here good Signior.
_Sanch._ I will, refer me to _Caranza_ still.
_Eug._ Nay love, I prethee let me manage this.
With whom is't Sir?
_Sanch._ With that false man _Alphonso_.
_Eug._ Why he has th' advantage Sir, in legs.
_Sanch._ But I
In truth, in hand and heart, and a good Sword.
_Eug._ But how if he will not stand you Sir?
_Alph._ For that,
Make it no question Lady, I will stick
My feet in earth down by him, where he dare.
_Sanch._ O would thou wouldst.
_Alph._ I'll do't.
_Sanch._ Let me kiss him.
I fear thou wilt not yet.
_Eug._ Why Gentlemen,
If you'll proceed according to _Caranza_,
Methinks an easier way, were [two] good chairs,
So you would be content Sir, to be bound,
'Cause he is lame? I'll fit you with like weapons,
Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. If
The difference between you be so mortal,
It cannot be tane up.
_Sanch._ Tane up? take off
This head first.
_Alph._ Come bind me in a chair.
_Eug._ Yes, do.
_Gait._ What mean you, Dove.
_Eug._ Let me alone,
And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' done
Lend me two Ponyards; I'll have Pistols ready
Quickly. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Philippo.
_Phi._ She is not here _Mark-antonio_,
Saw you not _Leocadia_?
_Mar._ Not I brother.
_Phi._ Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her.
_Mar._ I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it?
_Phi._ You were not worthy of her.
_Mar._ May be I was not;
But 'tis not well, you tell me so.
_Phi._ My Sister
Is not so fair.
_Mar._ It skils not.
_Phi._ Nor so virtuous.
_Mar._ Yes, she must be as virtuous.
_Phi._ I would fain--
_Mar._ What brother?
_Phi._ Strike you.
_Mar._ I shall not bear strokes,
Though I do these strange words.
_Phi._ Will you not kill me?
_Mar._ For what good brother?
_Phi._ Why, for speaking well
Of _Leocadia_.
_Mar._ No indeed.
_Phi._ Nor ill
Of _Theodosia_?
_Enter_ Eugenia, Leocadia, Theodosia, _and one with two Pistols_.
_Mar._ Neither.
_Phi._ Fare you well then.
_Eug._ Nay, you shall have as noble seconds too
As ever Duelists had; give 'em their weapons:
Now _St. Jago_.
_Sanch._ Are they charg'd?
_Eug._ Charg'd Sir?
I warrant you.
_Alph._ Would they were well discharg'd.
_Sanch._ I like a Sword much better I confess.
_Eug._ Nay, wherefore stay you? shall I mend your mark?
Strike one another, thorough these?
_Phi._ My love.
_Alph._ My _Theodosia_.
_Sanch._ I ha' not the heart.
_Alph._ Nor I.
_Eug._ Why here is a dependence ended.
Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to you
Your Sons and Daughters, and be friends. A feast
Waits you within, is better than your fray:
Lovers, take you your own, and all forbear
Under my roof, either to blush or fear.
My love, what say you? could _Caranza_ himself
Carry a business better?
_Gov._ It is well:
All are content I hope, and we well eas'd.
If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd. [_Exeunt._
Prologue.
_To this place Gentlemen, full many a day_
_We have bid ye welcome; and to many a Play:_
_And those whose angry souls were not diseas'd_
_With Law, or lending Money, we have pleas'd;_
_And make no doubt to do again. This night_
_No mighty matter, nor no light,_
_We must intreat you look for: A good tale,_
_Told in two hours, we will not fail_
_If we be perfect, to rehearse ye: New_
_I am sure it is, and handsome; but how true_
_Let them dispute that writ it. Ten to one_
_We please the Women, and I would know that man_
_Follows not their example? If ye mean_
_To know the Play well, travel with the Scene._
_For it lies upon the Road; if we chance tire,_
_As ye are good men, leave us not i'th' mire,_
_Another bait may mend us: If you grow_
_A little gall'd or weary; cry but hoa,_
_And we'll stay for ye. When our journey ends_
_Every mans Pot I hope, and all part friends._