Rut. I have a sword Sir, you shall find, a good one; This is no stabbing guard.
Dua. Wert thou thrice arm'd, Thus yet I durst attempt thee.
Rut. Then have at you, [Fight. I scorn to take blows.
Dua. O I am slain. [Falls.
Page. Help! murther, murther!
Alon. Shift for your self you are dead else, You have kill'd the Governou[r]s Nephew.
Page. Raise the streets there.
Alon. If once you are beset you cannot scape, Will you betray your self?
Rut. Undone for ever. [Exit Rut. and Alonzo.
Enter Officers.