Amid. And so I will do still; (I must feign courage, There is no other way.) [Aside.
Hip. I'll so revenge That injury! (if my heart fails me not.)
Amid. Come, confess truly, for, I know, it fails you. What would you give to avoid fighting now?
Hip. No, 'tis your heart that fails.
Amid. I scorn the danger;
Yet, what compassion on your youth might do,
I cannot tell; and, therefore, do not work
Upon my pity; for I feel already
My stout heart melts.
Hip. Oh! Are you thereabout? Now I am sure you fear; and you shall fight.
Amid. I will not fight.
Hip. Confess, then, Angelina Is not so fair as is Honoria.
Amid. I do confess; now are you satisfied?
Hip. There's more behind; confess her not so worthy To be beloved, nor to possess Gonsalvo, As fair Honoria is.