Philatel. A stranger, by his habit.
Torcular. And, by his looks,30
A gentleman. Sir, will you make one?
We want a fourth.
Orsabrin. I shall be robb'd with a trick now!
Samorat. My lords, excuse me!
This is not civil: in what concerns myself,35
None but myself must suffer.
Orsabrin. A duel, by this light!
Now has his modesty and t'other's forwardness warm'd me.[Goes towards them
Gentlemen,
I wear a sword, and commonly in readiness.40
If you want one, speak, sir: I do not fear
Much suffering.[To Samorat
Samorat. Y'are noble, sir;
I know not how t' invite you to it:
Yet there is justice on my side; and since45
You please to be a witness to our actions,
'Tis fit you know our story.
Orsabrin. No story, sir, I beseech you;
The cause is good enough as 'tis: it may
Be spoil'd i' th' telling.
Philatel. Come, we trifle then.50
Samorat. It is impossible to preserve, I see,
My honour, and respect to her:
And since you know this too, my lord,
It is not handsome in you thus to press me.
But come[Torcular beckons to Orsabrin55
Orsabrin. O! I understand you, sir.[Exeunt
Philatel. In posture still!
O, y'are mortal then, it seems.
Samorat. Thou hast undone thyself, rash man;
For with this blood thou hast let out a spirit60
Will vex thee to thy grave.
Samorat. I'm cool again.
Here, my lord,
And let this present bind your friendship.
Philatel. Yes, thus[Runs at him65
Samorat. Treacherous and low!
