Rod. To fight, because I dare, were worse and weaker
Than if I had a woman in my cause, Sir,
And more proclaim'd me fool: yet I must confess
I have been covetous of all occasions,
And this I have taken upon trust, for noble,
The more shame mine: devise a way to fight thus,
That like the wounded air, no bloud may issue,
Nor where the Sword shall enter, no lost spirit,
And set me on: 1 would not scare that body,
That vertuous, valiant body, nor deface it
To make the Kingdom mine: if one must bleed,
Let me be both the Sacrifice and Altar,
And you the Priest; I have deserv'd to suffer.
Ped. The noble Roderigo, now I call ye,
And thus my love shall ever count, and hold ye.
Rod. I am your servant, Sir, and now this habit,
Devotion, not distrust shall put upon me,
I'll wait upon your fortunes, that's my way now,
And where you grieve, or joy, I'll be a Partner.
Ped. I thank ye, Sir, I shall be too proud of ye,
O I could tell ye strange things.
Rod. I guess at 'em,
And I could curse my self, I made 'em stranger;
Yet my mind says you are not far from happiness.
Ped. It shall be welcome; come, let's keep up thus still,
And be as we appear; Heavens hand may bless us. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Alphonso, Master and Keepers.
Mast. Yes, Sir, here be such people; but how pleasing
They will appear to you.
Alph. 'Pray let me see 'em,
I come to that end; 'pray let me see 'em all.