And. Prince Balthezar, shall’s meet?
Bal. Meet, Don Andrea? yes, in the battle’s bowels;
Here is my gage, a never-failing pawn;
’Twill keep his day, his hour, nay minute, ’twill.
And. Then thine and this, possess one quality.
Bal. O, let them kiss!
Did I not understand thee noble, valiant,
And worthy my sword’s society with thee,
For all Spain’s wealth, I’d not grasp hands.
Meet Don Andrea? I tell thee, noble spirit,