SEL. At mine, sir. PROUDLY. Why, thou base rogue! did not I set thee up, Having no stock but thy shop and fair wife?[128] SEL. Into my house with him! MAID. Away with him! away with him! PROUDLY. A plot, a trick, by heaven! See, Ingen's footboy: 'Tis by his master's means. O coward slave! I'll put in bail, or pay the debt. SEL. Ay, ay, ay; we'll talk with you within--thrust him in. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ INGEN _looking on his sword, and bending it; his brother like a man_.[129] INGEN. If I miscarry, Frank, I prythee see All my debts paid: about five hundred pounds Will fully satisfy all men;[130] and my land, And what I else possess, by Nature's right And thy descent, Frank, I make freely thine. BRO. I know you do not think I wish you dead For all the benefit: besides, your spirit's So opposite to counsel to avert Your resolution, that I save my breath, Which would be lost in vain, to expire and spend Upon your foe, if you fall under him. INGEN. Frank, I protest, you shall do injury Upon my foe, and much disturbance too Unto my soul departing, die I here Fairly, and on my single enemy's sword, If you should not let him go off untouch'd. Now, by the master of thy life and mine, I love thee, boy, beyond any example, As well as thou dost me; but should I go Thy second to the field, as thou dost mine, And if thine enemy kill'd thee like a man, I would desire never to see him more, But he should bear himself off with those wounds He had receiv'd from thee, from that time safe And without persecution by the law; For what hap is our foe's might be our own, And no man's judgment sits in justice' place, But weighing other men's as his own case. BRO. He has the advantage of you, being a lord; For should you kill him, you are sure to die, And by some lawyer with a golden tongue, That cries for right (ten angels on his side), Your daring meet him call'd presumption: But kill he you, he and his noble friends Have such a golden snaffle for the jaws Of man-devouring Pythagorean law, They'll rein her stubborn chaps ev'n to her tail: And (though she have iron teeth to meaner men), So master her, that, who displeas'd her most, She shall lie under like a tired jade; For small boats on rough seas are quickly lost, But ships ride safe, and cut the waves that tost.