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Show I c,nnot tell; and therefore do not W o rk Upon mvp.tv; for I feel already (tout Heart melts. Hi* nil i A re vou thereabouts r Kow'l ^futevo'u fear; and you ftta.1 fight. JW/V. I will not Fight. ft?/. Confefs then Angellina Is not fo fair as is Honoria. Amid. I do confefs; now are youfatisfied? Htp. There's more behind ; confefs her not fo worthy To be belov'd; not to poffefs Gonfalvo As fair Honoria is. Amid. That's fomewhat hard: Htp. But you muft do't or die. Amid. Well, life is fweet; She's not fo worthy : N o w let m e be gone. Hip. No, never to m y Matter; Swear to quit His fervice, and no more to fee his Face. Amid. I fain would fave m y Life, but that which you Propofe, is but another N a m e to die. I cannot live without m y Matter's fight. > Hip. Then you muft fight with m e lor him. Amid. I would D o any thing with you, but fighting tor him. Hip. Nothing but that will ferve. Amid. Lay by your Swords And I'll fcratch with you for him. ^kTWellnfinceitnb>efo, I'll Fight:-Unbutton. [Hippolito anbottomfiowlf. H o w many Buttons has he ? I'll be one • Behind him'ftill. , • ,. _ .„• r ~. Mf7 [Vnbuttons one by one after bmJ} [Puppohto makes more haft. You are fo Prodigal; if you lov'd m y Matter You Mould not tear his Ddubletfo : How> this! T w o fwelling Breafts 1 A W o m a n , and m y Rival! The ftings of jealoufie have giv'n m e courage \Y Inch Nature never save m e : Come on thou vile diffembler of thy Sex; Expect no Mercy; either thou or I Muft die upon this fpot: N o w for Gonfalvo-- Sa Sa Hip. This courage is not counterfeit; A h me! Whatfhallldo ( For pity, gentle Boy Amid. N o pity ; fuch a Caufe as ours Can neither give nor take it: If thou yield'ft I will not fpare thee; therefore fight it out. Hip. Death to m y Hopes! A W o m a n / And fo rare A Beauty that m y Lord muft needs doat on her. I fhould'my felf if I had been a M a n: But as I am: her Eyes fhoot death at me. Amid. Come, have you faid your Pray'rs? Hip. For thy Confufion Thou Ravenous Harpy, with an Angel's Face ; Thou art difcover'd, thou too Charming Rival; I'll be reveng'd upon thofe fatal Eyes. I'll tear out thine. Hip. I'll bite out hungry morfels From thofe Plump Cheeks but I will make 'em thinner. Amid. I'd beat thee to the blacknefs of a Moor, But that the Features of thy Face are fuch ; Such Damnable, invincible good Features, That as an Ethiop thou would'ft ftill be lov'd. Htp. RI'altlh Meurr ttIh'hlalen r qt uhtiohtuee.e , u nabnedn Jdu tlhiaat (bhlaallck h aBvoew h oi'mr. thine Eyes ; Amid. [Tears qwhit Doublet) The Rival Ladies. 9 5 Amid. I'll kill both thee and her Rather than any one but I fhall have him. Hip. Come on, thou Witch, Amid. Have at thy Heart thou Syren. ; tyhey draw and fight awkardly, not coming near one another, Amid. I think I paid you there. Hip. Oftay a little T And tell m e in what Corner of thy Heart Gonfalvo lies, that I may fpare that place; Amid. H e lies in the laft drop of all m y blood, And never will come out but with m y Soul. Hip. Come, come„ w e dally;_ [They fight nearer. Would one of us were dead, no matter * men. L J J 6 Enter Don Manuel. Man The pretty Boys that ferv'd Gonfalvo, fighting 1 I come in time to ^^Z'downinclofing. Manuel take away the Swords. HiP For goodnefs fake hinder not my Revenge. Amid. The Noble Manuel has fey d m v Life : Heav'ns how unjuftly have I hated him! J H X Whit is it, gentle Youths that moves you thus ? T rannot tell what Caufes you may hnct; ButTuit m a l l the WoJld in fo much fweetnefs, Would be to' feek where to begin a Quarrel: You feem the little Cupia's in the Song, Contending for the Honey-Bag. Yow?come ?m may P^ta|rj^f- Here'tis Gonfalvo has appointed Rodorick Won by her Tears, he means to leave hei tree, And to redeem her mifcry with Ins : At leaft I fo conjeaure. Man. 'Tis a doubtful , Problem; either he loves her violently, Ornotatall. Matter'-- tToHippolito, Afide. Amid. You have betray'd m y N & 1 * * • Hip If I have injur'd you, I mean to give y ou Ma, ^^^^Uf^^^^\ ful M v Brother ManueV. W h a t rortunc £.I'm2ladIhavepreventedyou. Gonf. With what Variety m y Fate torments m e full. , NeverwasyMan fodragg'd along by Virtue But I muft follow her. Jul. Noble Gonfalvo, Proted me from my Brother. wS^he&Mput Sifter on me, .did,* F^tiAltihNatuteofthsR^. But if' I lofe him I am furely fo. |