Man. Then that revenge, I meant on Rodorick, I'll take on you. [Draws.

Gons.—I draw with such regret, As merchants throw their wealth into the sea, To save their sinking vessels from a wreck.

Man. I find I cannot lift my hand against thee: Do what thou wilt; but let not me behold it. [Goes off a little way. I'll cut this gordian knot I cannot loose: To keep his promise, Rodorick shall have her, But I'll return and rescue her by force; Then giving back what he so frankly gave, At once my honour and his love I'll save. [Exit MANUEL.

Enter RODORICK.

Rod. How! Julia brought by him?—Who sent for me?

Gons. 'Twas I.

Rod. I know your business then; 'tis fighting.

Gons. You're mistaken; 'tis something that I fear.

Rod. What is't?

Gons. Why,—'twill not out: Here, take her;
And deserve her: but no thanks;
For fear I should consider what I give,
And call it back.—