_Man_. Hum, you say well, sir. Now you are up to th'eares in Baudery, Pray tell me one thing, Brother; (I am sorry To putt forth such a question) but speake truly; Have you not in my fathers absence done A piece of worke (not your best masterpiece) But such an one as on the house of _Guzman_ Will plucke a vengeance, & on the good old man (Our noble father) heape such hills of sorrow To beate him into his grave? _Hen_. What's this your foolery? _Man_. Pray heaven it prove soe: have not you defac'd That sweet & matchles goodnes, _Eleonora_, _Fernando's_ daughter? _Hen_. How defacd her? _Man_. Hearke, sir: playd _Tarquin's_ part and ravisht her. _Hen_. 'Tis a lye. _Man_. I hope so too. _Hen_. What villaine speakes it? _Man_. One with so wide a throat, that uttering it 'Twas heard in _France_; a letter, sir, informed My father so. _Hen_. Letter? from whom? _Man_. A woman. _Hen_. She's a whore. _Man_. Twas _Eleonora_. _Hen_. She's, then, a villanous strumpet so to write, And you an asse, a coxcomb to beleeve it. _Man_. Nettled? then let me tell you that I feare I shall for ever blush when in my hearing Any names _Henrico Guzman_ for my brother. In right of vertue & a womans honour (This deare wrongd Ladies) I dare call thee Villaine. _Hen_. Villaine! _They fight: Enter Ferdinand and attendants_. _Fer_. Part them, part them! _Hen_. Let me see his heart Panting upon my weapons point; then part us. Oh, pray, forbeare the roome. _Fer_. Fy, Fy! two Brothers. Two Eaglets of one noble Aery, Pecke out each others eyes!--Welcome from _France_! How does your honourd father? _Man_. Well, my Lord: I left him late in Paris. _Hen_. So, so; in _Paris_! Hath he 3 bodyes? _Lorraine, Burgundy, & Paris_! My Lord, his Highnes putts into your hand A sword of Justice: draw it forth, I charge you By the oath made to your king, to smite this Traytour, The murtherer of my father! _Man_. I? _Hen_. Yes, thou: Thou, slave, hast bene his Executioner. _Man_. Where? when? _Hen_. There, there; in _France_. _Man_. Oh heavenly powers! _Hen_. Oh, intollerable villaine! parricide! Monster of mankind! _Spaniards_ shame! _Fer_. Pray, heare me: Are you in earnest? _Hen_. Earnest? _Fer_. Be advisd. _Hen_. Lay hold on him, the murtherer of my father: I have armd proofes against him. _Man_. An armd devill, And that's thy selfe! Produce thy proofes. _Hen_. I will, sir; But I will doe't by law. _Fer_. You are up allready Too deepe, I feare, in Law. _Hen_. If you can, sett then Your foote upon my head & drowne me, your worst: Let me have Justice here.