Luc. I know not:
And I must likewise talk with that young Lady,
An hour in private.
Lam. What you must, is doubtful,
But I am certain Sir, I must beat you.
Luc. Help, help.
Alv. Not strike again?
Lam. How, Alvarez?
An. This for my Lord Vitellis love.
Pach. Break out,
And like true theeves, make prey on either side,
But seem to help the stranger.
Bob. Oh my Lord,
They have beat him on his knees.
Luc. Though I want courage:
I yet have a sons duty in me, and
Compassion of a fathers danger; that,
That wholly now possesses me.
Alv. Lucio.
This is beyond my hope.