Abd. Why—thou art brave, whoe’er begot thee.
Phil. Villain, a King begot me.
Abd. I know not that, But I’ll be sworn thy Mother was a Queen, And I will kill thee handsomly for her sake.
[Offers to fight, their Parties hinder them.
Alon. Hold—hold, my Prince.
Osm. Great Sir, what mean you? [To Abd. The Victory being yours, to give your Life away On one so mad and desperate. [Their Parties draw.
Phil. Alonzo, hold, We two will be the Fate of this great Day.
Abd. And I’ll forego all I’ve already won, And claim no Conquest; the whole heaps of Bodies, Which this Right-hand has slain, declare me Victor.
Phil. No matter who’s the Victor; I have thee in my view,
And will not leave thee,
Till thou hast crown’d those Heaps, and made ‘em all
The glorious Trophies of my Victory—Come on, Sir.
Alon. You shall not fight thus single; If you begin, by Heaven, we’ll all fall on.