Rut. Not yet that I remember.
Dua. You shall, and for your friend: I am beholding to ye,
Greatly beholding Sir; if you remember,
You fought with such a man, they call'd Duarte,
A proud distemper'd man: he was my enemy,
My mortal foe, you slew him fairly, nobly.
Rut. Speak softly Sir, you do not mean to betray me, I wisht the Gallows, now th'are coming fairly.
Dua. Be confident, for as I live, I love you,
And now you shall perceive it: for that service,
Me, and my purse command: there, take it to ye,
'Tis gold, and no small sum, a thousand Duckets,
Supply your want.
Rut. But do you do this faithfully?
Dua. If I mean ill, spit in my face and kick me: In what else I may serve you, Sir—
Rut. I thank you,
This is as strange to me as Knights adventures.
I have a project, 'tis an honest one,
And now I'le tempt my fortune.
Dua. Trust me with it.
Rut. You are so good and honest I must trust ye, 'Tis but to carry a letter to a Lady That sav'd my life once.
Dua. That will be most thankful, I will do't with all care.