—Oh, thou hast rouz’d my Soul!
Nor would I justify my Wrongs to her,
Unless it were to satisfy my Jealousy,
Which thou hast rais’d in me by this concern.
—Draw, or I’ll kill thee.
Cur. Stay, Sir, and hear me out.
Fred. I will not stay, now I reflect on all
Thy former kindness to her—
Cur. I will not fight, but I’ll defend my self. They fight.
Fred. We are betray’d.