Gait. What mean you, Dove.
Eug. Let me alone,
And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' done
Lend me two Ponyards; I'll have Pistols ready
Quickly. [Exit.
Enter Philippo.
Phi. She is not here Mark-antonio,
Saw you not Leocadia?
Mar. Not I brother.
Phi. Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her.
Mar. I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it?
Phi. You were not worthy of her.
Mar. May be I was not;
But 'tis not well, you tell me so.
Phi. My Sister
Is not so fair.