Silv. Her Passion I will justify, but not my own;
Her’s is as pure as Prayers of Penitence;
But mine—I cannot give a Name to.
[They fight: Enter Alonzo, and parts them.
Alon. How now, what’s here to do! Marcel?
Mar. Alonzo! the only Man I wish to shun.
Silv. I’m glad, who e’er thou be’st thou hast prevented us.
Alon. Thou hast more Wit than he, then I find: Your Quarrel, Sir, may a Man have leave to enquire into’t?
Mar. This is that Silvio, that noble Youth my Brother, whom thou hast often heard me name.
Alon. An excellent Character for an Enemy, Noble, and Brother: For shame put up your Swords, and I’ll be Judge between ye.