Don A. Ha, my mortal enemy?
Don H. Yes, villain. Whoe'er them art, thou shalt pay
This treachery with thy life.
Don A. Vain man! whoe'er thou art, know [that] the life
Thou threaten'st is guarded by a trusty sword.
[Don Carlos draws, and they all enter the garden fighting.
Don H. Make fast the door. [To Don Carlos.
Thou art some desperate villain hir'd to murder.
[Octavio and Diego come to the door.
Don A. Hir'd by friendship, and honour's my salary. [In the garden.
Don O. That's Antonio's voice within the garden:
[Runs to the door and finds it shut.
What, the door shut! my friend engaged, and I
Excluded! cursed fate! this tree may help me
To climb o'er; if not, I'll fly t' him. [He climbs up.