Scæna Quarta.
Enter Gomera, Mountferrat, Rocca, Abdella, with a Pistol.
Gom. Here's even ground, I'll stir no foot beyond it,
Before I have thy head.
Mount. Draw Rocca.
Gom. Coward,
Hath inward guilt, robb'd thee as well of courage
As honesty? that without odds thou dar'st not
Answer a single Enemy?
Mount. All advantage
That I can take, expect.
Roc. We know you are valiant,
Nor do we purpose to make farther trial
Of what you can do now: but to dispatch you.
Mount. And therefore fight, and pray together.
Gom. Villains,
Whose baseness, all disgraceful words made one,
Cannot express; so strong is the good cause
That seconds me, that you shall feel, with horror
To your proud hopes, what strength is in that arm,
Though old, that holds a sword made sharp by justice.
Ab. You come then here, to prate? [Fight.