THE GOBLINS
ACT I
Scene I
Enter as to a duel, Samorat, Philatel, Torcular
Samorat. But, my lords,
May not this harsh business yet be left undone?
Must you hate me, because I love your sister?
And can you hate at no less rate than death?
Philatel. No, at no less:5
Thou art the blaster of our fortunes;
The envious cloud that darkens all our day.
While she thus prodigally and fondly throws
Away her love on thee, she has not where
Withal to pay a debt unto the Prince.10
Samorat. Is this all?
Torcular. Faith,
What, if in short we do not think you worthy
Of her?
Samorat. I swear that shall not make a quarrel.15
I think so too;
Have urg'd it often to myself;
Against myself have sworn't as oft to her.
Pray, let this satisfy.
Philatel. Sure, Torcular, he thinks we come to talk.20
Look you, sir.[Draws
And, brother, since his friend has fail'd him,
Do you retire.
Torcular. Excuse me, Philatel;
I have an equal interest in this,
And fortune shall decide it.25
Philatel. It will not need; he's come.
Enter Orsabrin
Orsabrin. Mercury protect me! what are these?
The brothers of the highway!
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