Lop. Ay, pray, Sir, do prevent him by all means, 'tis better made up, as you say, a thousand times.
Don Fel. Hold your tongue, you impertinent Jackanapes, I will have him fight, and fight like a fury too; If he don't, he'll be worsted, I can tell him that. For know, son, your antagonist is not the person you name, it is an enemy of twice his force.
Lop. O dear, O dear, O dear! and will nobody keep 'em asunder?
Lor. Nobody shall keep us asunder, if once I know the man I have to deal with.
Don Fel. Thy man then is——Camillo.
Lor. Camillo!
Don Fel. 'Tis he, he'll suffer no body to decide this quarrel but himself.
Lop. Then there are no seconds, Sir.
Don Fel. None.
Lop. He's a brave man.