Phil. I'll wear thee to the pommel, but I'll find
The subject of mine honour and revenge.
Moor, 'tis for thee I seek! come, now, now take me
At good advantage. Speak! where art thou?
Ele. Here!
Phil. Fate and revenge, I thank you. Rise!
Ele. Leave and live.
Phil. Villain, it is Philippo that bids rise.
Ele. It had been good for thee to have hid thy name;
For the discovery, like to a dangerous charm,
Hurts him that finds it. Wherefore do those bloodhounds,
Thy rage and valour, chase me?
Phil. Why? to kill thee.
Ele. With that? what, a blunt axe! Think'st thou, I'll let
Thy fury take a full blow at this head,
Having these arms? Be wise, go change thy weapon.
Phil. O sir!
Ele. I'll stay thy coming.