Ferrara's streets, and seek the public square.
Marin (aside to Roselo). Thou hast done well, or all the town
Will in a twinkling follow on our track.
Fernando. The public square, Sir Stranger, is
Hard by the street now facing this.
Roselo. For your most courteous speech, good sirs,
We thank you much, and by your leaves,
Now pass on.
Fernando. By yonder street doth run your way. [Exeunt Roselo and Marin.
Rutilio. If this Roselo Montes be, the valour
Which high lineage gives is greater
Than thou dreamest.
Fernando. So many seek his luckless life,
No wonder if he's armed for the strife.
Musicians. Shall we now sing, most noble sir?
Rutilio. Nay, Silvio; for methinks I hear
The clash of naked steel, and near.
Fernando. The feet upon the silent stones resound,
As dying thunder echoes o'er the ground.
Rutilio. Unscabbard, then, your sword.
Musicians. Let us, then, draw and seek the fray;
Guitars in such a case be out of tune. Away!
Rutilio. And a poor target too; 'tis nought
'Gainst a Toledo blade, as sharp as thought.
Musicians. A good thick wall's the better shield. [Exeunt.
Enter Roselo and Marin, with drawn swords.
Roselo. Well, didst thou feign a quarrel, good Marin?
