Gov. You are the more temper'd man Sir: let me intreat
Of you the manner how this brawl fell out.
Alph. Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much:
But here we came Sir to this Town together,
Both in one business, and one wrong, engag'd,
To seek one Leonardo, an old Genoese,
I ha' said enough there; would you more? false father
Of a false son, call'd Mark-antonio,
Who had stole both our Daughters; and which Father
Conspiring with his Son in treachery,
It seem'd, to flie our satisfaction,
Was, as we heard, come private to this Town
Here to take ship for Italy.
Leo. You heard
More than was true then: by the fear, or falshood,
And though I thought not to reveal my self
(Pardon my manners in't to you) for some
Important reasons; yet being thus character'd
And challeng'd, know I dare appear, and doe
To who dares threaten.
Mar. I say he is not worthy
The name of man, or any honest preface,
That dares report or credit such a slander.
Do you Sir say it?
Alph. I doe say it.
Gov. Hold.
Is this your father Signior Mark-antonio?
You have ill requited me thus to conceal him
From him would honor him, and do him service.
Enter Eugenia.
Leon. 'Twas not his fault Sir.
Eug. Where's my Lord?
Gov. Sweet-heart.