Gons. Hold, sir, you are too cruel; he, that kills At such advantage, fears to fight again.
[Holds RODORICK.
Man. Cavalier, I may live to thank you for this favour. [Rises.
Rod. I will not quit you so.
Man. I'll breathe, and then—
Jul. Is there no way to save their lives?
Hip. Run out of sight, If 'tis concerning you they quarrel.
[JULIA retires to a corner.
Hip. Help, help, as you are cavaliers; the lady. For whom you thus contend, is seized by some Night-robbing villains.
All. Which way took they?