Sir Sig. Hah! Swords! no, Signior—scusa mea, Signioir,—
[Hops to the door: And feeling for his way with his out-stretcht Arms, runs his Lanthorn in Julio’s face, who is just entring; finds he’s oppos’d with a good push backward, and slips aside into a corner over-against Tickletext; Julio meets Octavio, and fights him; Oct. falls, Julio opens his Lanthorn, and sees his mistake.
Jut. Is it you, Sir?
Oct. Julio! From what Mistake grew all this Violence?
Jul. That I shou’d ask of you, who meet you arm’d against me.
Oct. I find the Night has equally deceiv’d us; and you are fitly come to share with me the hopes of dear Revenge. [Gropes for his Lanthorn, which is dropt.
Jul. I’d rather have pursu’d my kinder Passion, Love, and Desire, that brought me forth to night.
Oct. I’ve learnt where my false Rival is to be this Evening; And if you’ll join your Sword, you’ll find it well employ’d.
Jul. Lead on, I’m as impatient of Revenge as you.—
Oct. Come this way then, you’ll find more Aids to serve us.