Enter Petro.
Pet. Victoria, Victoria, your Cavalier’s the Conqueror; the other wounded in his Sword-hand, was easily disarmed.
Mar. Then let’s retire, if I am seen I’m lost;—Petro, stay here for the Cavalier, and conduct him to me to this house;—I must be speedy now.—
Cor. Remember this is Julio. [Pointing to Marcella.
Pet. I know your design, and warrant ye my part:—hah, Octavio [Exeunt.
Enter Octavio, Morosini and Crapine.
Oct. Now, Cowardice, that everlasting Infamy, dwell ever on my face, that Men may point me out that hated Lover that saw his Mistress false, stood tamely by whilst she repeated Vows; nay, was so infamous, so dully tame, to hear her swear her Hatred and Aversion, yet still I calmly listen’d; though my Sword were ready, and did not cut his throat for’t.
Mor. I thought you’d said you’d fought.
Oct. Yes, I did rouze at last, and wak’d my Wrongs;
But like an Ass, a patient Fool of Honour,
I gave him friendly notice I wou’d kill him;
And fought like Prizers, not as angry Rivals.
Mor. Why, that was handsome,—I love fair play; what wou’d you else have done?