Ant. Can I endure this Affront?
Glo. The best way to make a Coward fight, is to leave him in Danger—Come, Lady— [Goes out.
Ant. Thou base unmanner’d Fool, [how darst thou] offer at a Gentleman, with so despis’d a thing as that?
Hau. Despis’d a thing? talk not so contemptibly of this Weapon, I say, do not, but come on if you dare.
Ant. I can endure no longer— [Flies at him, Haunce cuts his Face, and takes away, after a-while, his Dagger.
Injustice! can such a Dog, and such a Weapon vanquish me?
Hau. Beg your Life; for I scorn to stain my Victory in Blood—that I learnt out of [Pharamond]. [Aside.
Ant. He does not merit Life, [that could not defend] it against so poor and base a thing as thou: Had but Marcel left me my Sword—
Hau. O then I perceive you are us’d to be vanquish’d, and therefore I scorn to kill thee; live, live.
Ant. How the Rascal triumphs over me!