Ler. Show th' effect of't.
Vel. Not in a cause so trivial. Each small breath
Disturbs the quiet of poor shallow waters;
But winds must arm themselves ere the large sea
Is seen to tremble. Pray your pardon, sir:
I must not throw away my courage on
A cause so trivial.
Ler. As you please, my lord.
But, to omit all circumstance, you bring
A challenge to my Lord Ascanio:
The reason of the Lord Florentio's anger,
A rivalship in love.
Vel. You speak it right.
Ler. I'll bring you back his resolution
Before you have attended many minutes.
Vel. Sir, 'twill be decent, for my nature knows
Not how to wait: and if no delays
Be used, 'twill show a fierce valour in him,
And happily prevent discovery.
For you may easily conjecture, that
A general's absence soon will wake the eye
Of the suspicious soldier.
Ler. Is my lord
In readiness?
Vel. He walks not far from hence.
Ler. You shall have use then but of a short patience. [Exit.
Vel. It will be grateful to us, sir. My lord!