Cra. Fie Sir,
You'll be the Tyrant to Virginity;
To fall but once is manly, to persevere
Beastly, and desperate.
The. Cross me not, but do't:
Are not the means, the place, the instruments
The very same? I must expect you suddenly. [Exit.
Cra. I must obey you.
Who is in evil once a companion
Can hardly shake him off, but must run on.
Here I appointed Conon to attend
Him, and his sword: he promis'd to come single.
Enter Conon and Page.
To avoid prevention: he is a man on's word.
Co. You are well met Crates.
Cra. If we part so Conon.
Co. Come, we must do these mutual offices,
We must be our own Seconds, our own Surgeons,
And fairly fight, like men, not on advantage.
Cra. You have an honest bosom.
Co. Yours seems so.