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166 Philatel. A stranger, by his habit.

Torcular. And, by his looks,

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,

None but myself must suffer.

Orsabrin. A duel, by this light!

Now has his modesty and t'other's forwardness warm'd me.

Gentlemen,

I wear a sword, and commonly in readiness.

If you want one, speak, sir: I do not fear

Much suffering.

Samorat. Y'are noble, sir;

I know not how t' invite you to it:

Yet there is justice on my side; and since

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.

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

Orsabrin. O! I understand you, sir.

[Philatel and Samorat fight

Philatel. In posture still!

[Samorat receives a slight wound

O, y'are mortal then, it seems.

Samorat. Thou hast undone thyself, rash man;

For with this blood thou hast let out a spirit

Will vex thee to thy grave.

Samorat. I'm cool again.

Here, my lord,

And let this present bind your friendship.

Philatel. Yes, thus

Samorat. Treacherous and low!