Diego. You may do so; your sprightly love has wings,
And's ever fledg'd;[63] 'tis moulting-time with mine:
Yet I'll up too; the hazard's not in climbing.
[Diego climbs the tree.
Here I will sit, and out of danger's reach
Expect the issue.
Scene changes to a garden, out of which they issue fighting.
Don O. Courage, brave friend; you have Octavio by you.
Don A. So seconded, a coward would grow firm.
Don H. What, is there more of your crew? then 'tis time
To call for help. Ho! Silvio, Geraldo,
Pedro! come forth, and bring out torches with you.
Enter Silvio, with his sword drawn.
Sil. Here am I, sir, my camarades[64] will follow [They fight.
As soon as they have lighted their torches.
Don A. How I despise these slaves, Octavio,
Having you by me!