By any extenuation.
Men. Then I think
Your Majesty shall find it here. ’Tis thus:
Don Lope, on what ground I do not know,
Fights with Don Guillen—in the midst o’ the fray,
Comes old Urrea, at the very point
When Guillen was about to give the lie
To his opponent—which the old man, enraged
At such unseemly riot in his house,
Gives for him; calls his son a fouler name