An Alarm at a distance.
Within. To Arms, to Arms, the Enemy’s upon us.
A Noise of Fighting, after which enters Friendly with his Party, retreating and fighting from Daring and some Soldiers, Ranter fighting like a Fury by his side, he putting her back in vain; they fight out. Re-enter Daring and Friendly all bloody. Several Soldiers enter with [Flambeaux].
Dar. Now, Sir—what Injury have I ever done you, that you should use this Treachery against me?
Friend. To take advantage any way in War, was never counted Treachery—and had I murder’d thee, I had not paid thee half the Debt I owe thee.
Dar. You bleed too much to hold too long a Parley— come to my Tent, I’ll take a charitable care of thee.
Friend. I scorn thy Courtesy, who against all the Laws of Honour and of Justice, hast ravish’d innocent Ladies.
Dar. Sir, your upbraiding of my Honour shall never make me forfeit it, or esteem you less—Is there a Lady here you have a Passion for?
Friend. Yes, on a nobler score than thou darest own.
Dar. To let you see how you’re mistaken, Sir, whoe’er that Lady be whom you affect, I will resign, and give you both your Freedoms.