Barnard. Most valiant Captain,
Vouchsafe a manual union.

Fernandez (griping [sic] his hand with affected fervor). 'Tis no wonder,
Don Curio should mistook [sic] you for him.

Barnard. Truly,
The Chancellor, and I, it hath been notic'd
Are of one stature.

Fernandez. And Don Curio's Gripe too 230
Had lent a guttural Music to your voice,
[[1069]]A sort of bagpipe Buz, that suited well
Your dignity of utterance.

Barnard (simpering courteously). Don Fernandez,
Few are the storms that bring unmingled evil.

Fernandez (mocking him). 'Tis an ill wind, that blows no good, Sieur Barnard! [Exeunt. 235

Don Curio lingering behind.

Don Curio. I have offended you, my brother.

Earl H. Yes!
For you've not learnt the noblest part of valour,
To suffer and obey. Drums put in cases,
Colours wound up—what means this Mummery?
We are sunk low indeed, if wrongs like our's 240
Must seek redress in impotent Freaks of Anger.
(This way, Don Sandoval) of boyish anger——

(Walks with Sandoval to the back of the Stage.)