Menti. You shall excuse me;
Whatsoever he dares do, that I dare suffer.
Enter Cæsario, and Chirurgion.
Cæsar. Oh Sir, for honors sake stay your foul purpose,
For if you do proceed thus cruelly,
There is no question in the wound you give him,
I shall bleed to death for't.
Alber. Thou art not of my temper,
What I purpose, cannot be alter'd.
Serv. Sir; the Duke
With all speed expects you. You must instantly
Ship all your followers, and to sea.
Alber. My blessing stay with thee upon this condition,
Take away his use of fighting; as thou hop'st
To be accounted for my son, perform't.— [Exit.
Cesar. You hear what I am injoyn'd to.
Menti. Pray thee take it,
Only this ring, this best esteem'd Jewel:
I will not give't to'th' hangman chops it off;
It is too dear a relique. I'll remove it nearer my heart.
Cæsar. Ha, that Ring's my Sisters.
The Ring I injoyn'd her never part withal
Without my knowledge; come, Sir, we are friends
Pardon my fathers heat, and melancholy;
Two violent Fevers which he caught at Sea,
And cannot yet shake off: only one promise
I must injoyn you to, and seriously.
Hereafter you shall never draw a Sword
To the prejudice of my life.
Menti. By my best hopes I shall not.