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Cap. Lead me where you list. 1. Friend. Pardon this traiterous slumber, clog'd with
1. Friend. Our wills ? our loves, our duties
Capt. On, that's not mine.
Capt. True, then 'twere virtuous :
1. Friend. How! not in this ! be not so rash a sinner.
At one hou all the fame your life has won.
Cap. Oh! oh!
2. Friend. Why, well said ; there's fair hope in that. Another such a one.
Cap. Came they in thousands, 'Tis all against you.
1. Friend. Then poor friendless Merit,
Enter Colonel and his two Friends.
Cap. I know too much to grant that.
1. Friend. O dead manhood!
Cap. So were you ever
1. Friend. O most base præludium!
Cap. I never thought on victory our mistress With greater reverence than I have your worth, Nor ever lov'd her better.
Success in you has been my absolute joy,
Col. I came not hither, Sir, for an encomium.
Cap. 'Tis otherwise with me: I come with mildness,
tenpence. Cap. Yet, Sir, the world will judge the injury mine, Insufferable mine, mine beyond injury, Thousands have made a less wrong reach to hell, Aye and rejoyc'd in his most endless vengeance (A miserable triumph though a just one) But when I call to memory our long friendship, Methinks it cannot be too great a wrong That then I should not pardon. Why should Man For a poor hasty syllable or two (And vented only in forgetful fury) Chain all the hopes and riches of his soul To the revenge of that? die lost for ever? For he that makes his last peace with his Maker In anger, anger is his peace eternally : He must expect the same return again, Whose venture is deceitful. Must he not, Sir?
Col. I see what I must do, fairly put up again, For here 'll be nothing done, I perceive that:
Cap. What shall be done in such a worthless business But to be sorry and to be forgiven? You, Sir, to bring repentance; and I pardon."
Col. I bring repentance, Sir!
Cap. If 't be too much
Col. I sorry? by fame's honor, I am wrong'd:
Cap. Then 'tis I'm sorry that I thought you so.
Cap. Nor is it any misbecoming virtue, Sir,
1. Friend. I could cuff his head off.
[To his Sword.
Cap. Oh, heaven has pitied my excessive patience,
Cap. You left a Coward here. · Col. Yes, Sir, with you.
Cap. 'Tis such base metal, Sir, 'twill not be taken, It must home again with you.
2. Friend. Should this be true now
Col. I prithee mock me not, take heed you do not,
Cap. Ha, ha, ha.
Cap. Blessed remembrance in time of need :
2. Friend. Do you note his joy? Cap. I never felt a more severe necessity : Then came thy excellent pity. Not yet ready! Have you such confidence in my just manhood That you dare so long trust me, and yet tempt me Beyond the toleration of man's virtue? Why, would you be more cruel than your injury? Do you first take pride to wrong me, and then think me Not worth your fury? do not use me so: I shall deceive you then : Sir, either draw, And that not slightingly, but with the care Of your best preservation, with that watchfulness As you'd defend yourself from circular fire, Your sin's rage, or her Lord (this will require it) Or you'll be too soon lost : for I've an anger, Has gather'd mighty strength against you; mighty, Yet you shall find it honest to the last, Noble and fair. . Col. I'll venture it once again, And if 't be but as true as it is wondrous, I shall have that I come for. Your leave, Gentlemen.
[They fight. 1. Friend If he should do't indeed, and deceive us all
now Stay, by this hand he offers; fights i'faith; Fights : by this light, he fights, Sir. 2. Friend. So methinks, Sir. 1. Friend. An absolute Punto, ha? 2. Friend. 'Twas a Passado, Sir. 1. Friend. Why, let it pass, and 'twas ; I'm sure 'twas
somewhat. What's that now?
2. Friend. That's a Punto.
1. Friend. O go to then, I knew 'twas not far off: What a world's this! Is Coward a more stirring meat than Bastard ? -- ho! I honor thee : 'Tis right and fair, and he that breathes against it, He breathes against the justice of a man;