Will. This Damsel, by the part o’th’ Town she lives in, shou’d be of Quality, and therefore can have no dishonest design on me, it must be right down substantial Love, that’s certain.
Beau. Yet I’ll in and arm my self for the Encounter, for ’twill be rough between us, tho we’re Friends. [Groping about, finds the Door.
Will. Oh, ’tis this I’m sure, because the Door is open.
Beau. Hah—who’s there?— [Beau. advances to unlock the Door, runs against Will. draws.
Will. That Voice is of Authority, some Husband, Lover, or a Brother, on my Life—this is a Nation of a word and a blow, therefore I’ll betake me to Toledo— [Draws.
[Willmore in drawing hits his Sword against that of Beaumond, who turns and fights, La Nuche runs into the Garden frighted.
Beau. Hah, are you there?
Sanc. I’ll draw in defence of the Captain— [Sancho fights for Beau. and beats out Will.
Will. Hah, two to one? [Turns and goes in.
Beau. The Garden Door clapt to; sure he’s got in; nay, then I have him sure.