Nuñ. Take care, he’s coming, sir.
Men. (aside to Nuño). This duel shall be now—though night be advancing on—before discretion come to counsel milder means. Come, and help me arm.
Nuñ. Lord bless me, sir, what arms have you got except the coat over the door?
Men. In my armoury I doubt not are some pieces of my ancestors that will fit their descendant.
[Exeunt.
Enter Captain, Sergeant, and Rebolledo.
Capt. I tell you my love is not a fancy; but a passion, a tempest, a volcano.
Serg. What a pity it is you ever set eyes on the girl!
Capt. What answer did the servant give you?
Serg. Nay, sir, I have told you.