I urge the Reason still.
Mar. Hast thou forgot thy last Night’s Treachery?
How like a Thief thou stol’st into her Lodgings?
Silv. ’Tis so—’tis true, Marcel, I rudely did intrude—
Mar. Oh, quickly haste—this looks like Women’s jangling. [Offers to fight again.
Silv. [Oh, is it bravely done], Marcel, to punish
A Passion which you ought to pity rather?
’Tis what I cannot reconcile nor justify:
And so distracted it has made me too—
I will not fight in so unjust a Cause.