Osorio. Thou would'st not then have come, if——

Ferdinand. O yes, my lord! [140]
I would have met him arm'd, and scared the coward!

[Ferdinand throws off his robe, shows himself armed, and draws his sword.

Osorio. Now this is excellent, and warms the blood!
My heart was drawing back, drawing me back
[[570]] With womanish pulls of pity. Dusky slave,
Now I will kill thee pleasantly, and count it [145]
Among my comfortable thoughts hereafter.

Ferdinand. And all my little ones fatherless! Die thou first.

[They fight. Osorio disarms Ferdinand, and in disarming him, throws his sword up that recess, opposite to which they were standing.

Ferdinand (springing wildly towards Osorio). Still I can strangle thee!

Osorio. Nay, fool! stand off.
I'll kill thee—but not so! Go fetch thy sword.

[Ferdinand hurries into the recess with his torch. Osorio follows him, and in a moment returns alone.

Osorio. Now—this was luck! No bloodstains, no dead body! [150]
His dream, too, is made out. Now for his friend.[570:1] [Exit.