Pis. It lies as free for thee, and here’s my business.
Phi. Thou lyest, rude man.
Pis. Why, what art thou darest tell me so i’th’ dark? Day had betray’d thy blushes for this Boldness.
Phi. Tell me who ‘tis that dares capitulate?
Pis. One that dares make it good.
Phi. Draw then, and keep thy word.
Alcan. Stand by, and let me do that duty, Sir. [He steps between them, they fight, Pisaro falls. —Here’s thy reward, whoe’er thou art.
Phi. Hast thou no hurt?
Alcan. I think not much, yet somewhere ‘tis I bleed.
Pis. What a dull beast am I!