Lop. Fairly, do you hear, fairly! Give me leave to tell you, Sir, folks are not fit to be trusted with lives, that don't know how to look better after them. Sir, you gave it him, I hope you'll make him take a little more care on't.
Don Fel. My care shall be to make him do as a man of honour ought to do.
Lop. What, will you let him fight, then? let your own flesh and blood fight?
Don Fel. In a good cause, as this is.
Lop. O monstrum horrendum! Now I have that humanity about me, that if a man but talks to me of fighting, I shiver at the name on't.
Lor. What you do, on this occasion Sir, is worthy of you: And had I been wanting to you, in my due regards before, this noble action wou'd have stamp'd that impression, which a grateful son ought to have for so generous a father.
Lop. Very generous, truly! gives him leave to be run thro' the guts, for his posterity to brag on a hundred years hence.
[Aside.
Lor. I think, Sir, as things now stand, it won't be right for me to wait for Carlos's call; I'll, if you please, prevent him.