Gent. Sir, it is not.
Marc. Why? I would only see the Town.
Gent. And only that I come to shew you.
Marc. Which I can see without you.
Gent. So you may
Plainly, not safely: For such difference
As you have seen betwixt the sea and earth
When waves rise high, and land would beat 'em back
As fearful of Invasion; such we find
When we land here at Barcelona.
Marc. Sir.
Gent. Besides our General of the Galleys, fearing
Your hasty nature, charg'd me not return
Without you safe.
Marc. O Sir, that Roderigo
Is noble, and do's mistake my temper.
There is not in the world, a mind less apt
To conceive wrongs, or do 'em; has he seen me
In all this voyage, in the which he pleases.
En[t]er Eugenia, with divers Attendants.
To call me friend, let slip a hasty word?
S'light Sir: yonder is a Lady va[il]d,
For properness beyond comparison,
And sure her face is like the rest: we'll see't.