Cle. If this be certain, 'twill be long ere I be reputed virtuous.
Erg. Thou'lt never be, unless it be this way,
I prophesy, good Cleon——
Cle. 'Tis a sad story; pray let us leave it. Have you no rivals?
Erg. None present that I can fear, having her
Father's firm consent.
Cle. Eugenio, your rival, still continues banish'd.
Erg. And I hope will, till I am full possess'd of Hermione.
Cle. Did you give him cause to draw upon you in th' garrison?
Erg. Nor knew then of any[353] offence, or his pretences,
Which his folly look'd I should divine; he met me on the guard,
And drew upon me. We had a little scuffle,
Were parted, and he banish'd for the insolence.
Cle. Prince Lysicles labours to recall him.
Erg. By all means; he was by in the nois'd battle, saw the
Prince cleave this man to the twist,[354] divide a second,
Overthrow a third; he is his trumpet.