Beau. Vndone foreuer.
Cha. Oh, my heart!
Hold yet a little—doe not hope to scape
By flight, it is impossible: though I might [70]
On all aduantage take thy life, and iustly;
This sword, my fathers sword, that nere was drawne,
But to a noble purpose, shall not now
Doe th’ office of a hangman, I reserue it
To right mine honour, not for a reuenge [75]
So poore, that though with thee, it should cut off
Thy family, with all that are allyed
To thee in lust, or basenesse, ’twere still short of
All termes of satisfaction. Draw.
Nou. I dare not,
I haue already done you too much wrong, [80]
To fight in such a cause.
Cha. Why, darest thou neyther
Be honest, coward, nor yet valiant, knaue?
In such a cause come doe not shame thy selfe:
Such whose bloods wrongs, or wrong done to themselues
Could neuer heate, are yet in the defence [85]
Of their whores, daring looke on her againe.
You thought her worth the hazard of your soule,
And yet stand doubtfull in her quarrell, to
Venture your body.
Bau. No, he feares his cloaths,
More then his flesh
Cha. Keepe from me, garde thy life, [90]
Or as thou hast liu’d like a goate, thou shalt
Dye like a sheepe.
Nou. Since ther’s no remedy (They fight, Nouall is slaine.
Despaire of safety now in me proue courage.
Cha. How soone weak wrong’s or’throwne! lend me your hand,
Beare this to the Caroach—come, you haue taught me [95]
To say you must and shall: I wrong you not,
Y’are but to keepe him company you loue.
Is’t done? ’tis well. Raise officers, and take care,
All you can apprehend within the house
May be forth comming. Do I appeare much mou’d? [100]
Bau. No, sir.
Cha. My griefes are now, Thus to be borne.
Hereafter ile finde time and place to mourne.