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] Orsabrin. I have drill'd my gentleman. I have made as many

Holes in him as would sink a ship royal

In sight of the haven. How now? [Samorat upon his knee 'Sfoot,

Yonder's another going that way too:

Now have I forgot of which side I'm on!

No matter:

I'll help the weakest: there's some justice in that.

Philatel. The villain sure has slain my brother.

If I have any friends above, guide now

My hand unto his heart! [Orsabrin puts it by; runs at him. Samorat steps in Samorat. Hold, noble youth; destroy me not with kindness!

Men will say he could have kill'd me; and that

In justice should not be. For honour's sake,

Leave us together.

Orsabrin. 'Tis not my business, fighting!

Th' employment's yours, sir. If you need me,

I am within your call.

Samorat. The gods reward thee!

Now, Philatel, thy worst! [They fight again, and close; Samorat forces his sword

Orsabrin. Hell and the furies are broke loose upon us!

Shift for yourself, sir. [Fly into the woods several ways, pursued by thieves in devils' habits

Torcular. It will not be—my body is a jade:

I feel it tire and languish under me.

Those thoughts came to my soul, like screech-owls to

A sick man's window.

Thieves. Here, here!

Torcular. O, I am fetch'd away alive! [They bind him and carry him away. Exeunt