Phil. Nay, upon my life, sir,
He in your apparel gave the first kick: I saw them fight,
And I dare swear the t'other honest gentleman
Little thought he had slain anything like the prince,
For I heard him swear, but half an hour before,
He never saw your grace.
Mil. Then he kill'd him fairly?
Phil. Upon my life, my lord.
Ven. T'other had but his merit then: who dies
And seeks his death, seldom wets others' eyes.
Ant. Let this persuade you: I believe you noble.
I have kept my word with you.
Phil. You have outdone me, sir,
In this brave exercise of honour: but let me,
In mine own person, thank you.
Omnes. Philippo!
Phil. Unwittingly I did an ill—as't happened,
To a good end: that slave I for you kill'd
Wanted but time to kill you: read that paper,
Which I found with him, I thinking by accident
You had intercepted it. We all have happily
Been well deceived; you are noble, just, and true;
My hate was at your clothes, my heart at you.
Ver. An accident more strange hath seldom happen'd.
Lor. Philippo, my best friend, 'twixt shame and love,
Here let me lay thee now for ever.