Enter Massino;[272] they see one another and draw and make a pass; then enter Anna.
Ann. What mean you, nobles? Will you kill each other?
Ambo. Hold!
Mass. Thou shame to friendship, what intends thy hate?
Gni. Love arms my hand, makes my soul valiant!
Isabella’s wrongs now sit upon my sword,
To fall more heavy to thy coward’s head
Than thunderbolts upon Jove’s rifted oaks.
Deny thy scandal, or defend thy life.
Mass. What?—hath thy faith and reason left thee both, 50
That thou art only flesh without a soul?
Hast thou no feeling of thyself and me?
Blind rage, that will not let thee see thyself!
Gni. I come not to dispute but execute:
And thus comes death!
[Another pass.
Mass. And thus I break thy dart.
Here’s at thy whore’s face!
Gni. ’Tis miss’d. Here’s at thy heart!
Stay, let us breathe.