Fri. Oh Bonville, Bonville! Call me not your Friend,
That Name strikes horrour to my very Soul.
Bon. Ha! Art thou then a Stranger to that Name?
Fri. Indeed I am, and must be so for ever now.
Bon. Yet hear me Friendly; Deny me if thou can'st,
Fixt as a Rock, I vow I’ll here remain,
Until I have forc’d this Dire secret from thee.
Fri. Pardon me Sir, I hope you soon will hear it,
But I—— [Offers to go.]
Bon. Yet stay, and since intreaty can’t prevail,
By all the Friendship which you once profess’d,
By all that’s Holy, both in Heaven and Earth,
I now Conjure thee to impart it to me,
Or by this Life——
Fri. Hold, hold, and since I can no longer hide it
Know ’tis my Honour then which lyes at Stake.
Bon. Thy Honour! How? Proceed.
Fri. By chance a Quarrel happen’d to arise
Betwixt another and my self, The Field,
Time, Place, and all appointed,
Nay Seconds must assist us in the Deed:
I have relied on many seeming Friends,
(Such as profess the bare and empty Name)
And all refuse to venture in my Cause.
Bon. Is this all?