Rod. I cannot stay.
Man. You must.
Rod. I will not.
Man. 'Tis base to injure any man; but yet Tis far more base, once done, not to defend it.
Rod. Is this an hour, for valiant men to fight?
They love the sun should witness what they do;
Cowards have courage, when they see not death;
And fearful hares, that sculk in forms all day,
Yet fight their feeble quarrels by the moonlight.
Man. No; light and darkness are but poor distinctions Of such, whose courage comes by fits and starts.
Rod. Thou urgest me above my patience; This minute of my life was not my own, But hers, I love beyond it. [They draw, and fight.
Jul. Help, help! none hear me! Heaven, I think, is deaf too: O Roderick! O brother!
Enter GONSALVO, and HIPPOLITO.
Jul. Whoe'er you are, if you have honour, part them! [MANUEL stumbles, and falls.