Our tongues have spoken. Let these tongues of steel
End our debate. Upon your guard, Sir Count!
(They fight. Victorian disarms the Count.)
Vic. Your life is mine; and what shall now withhold me
From sending your vile soul to its account?
Lara. Strike! strike!
Vic. You are disarmed. I will not kill you!
I will not murder you. Take up your sword.
(Francisco hands the Count his sword, and Hypolito interposes.)
Hyp. Enough! Let it end here! The Count of Lara