Now leave me, Sir, to reassume my Anger.
Hip. I will obey—farewel—
My own Despair makes me neglect his Life. [Goes out.
Enter Silvio.
Mar. ’Tis Silvio.
Silv. You see I have obey’d you, Sir.
Mar. Come, Sir, your Sword.
Silv. You are my Brother, and ’twere an impious Action,
To fight you unprovok’d: give me a cause,
Nay, and a just one too, or I shall find it hard