Hip. You and I, brother, shall never meet upon even terms, if this be not pieced.—Face about, madam; turn quickly to your man, or, by all that's virtuous, I'll call the abbess.
Asca. I must not be so bold with you, sir; but, if you please, you may turn towards the lady: and, I suppose, you would be glad I durst speak to you with more authority, to save the credit of your willingness.
Fred. Well, I'll shew her I dare stay, if it be but to confront her malice.
Luc. I am sure I have done nothing to be ashamed of, that I should need to run away.
Asca. Pray give me leave, sir, to ask you but one question; Why were you so unwilling that she should be married to your father?
Fred. Because then her friendship must wholly cease.
Asca. But you may have her friendship, when she is married to him.
Fred. What! when another has enjoyed her?
Asca. Victoria, Victoria! he loves you, madam; let him deny it, if he can.
Luc. Fye, fye, loves me, Ascanio! I hope he would not forswear himself, when he has railed so much against it.