CAV. You rant it bravely, sir. "Fancy so fed Begets a surfeit ere it gets to bed." JUL. You, Palisado, stand more resolute; "Ere I Platonic turn or Confidant, Or an officious servant to a puss Whose honour lies at stake, let me become A scorn to my relations." JOC. "Or when I" (Thus I deblazon you, base Salibrand) "Engage my person, like a profess'd bolt To vindicate a mistress, who for sale Would set her soul at hazard, may my grave Be in the kennel, and the scavenger The penman of my epitaph." MED. "Or I" (Thus you renounce your Medlar, Don Morisco) "Embrace a monkey for a mass of treasure." TIN. Nor would Sir Tilly be one hair behind In scornful dereliction of our sex. "May never down seize on his downless chin, When he becomes an usher to our sin." FLO. The devil's a witch, and has impostur'd them. ALL PLA. Do you believe all this! LADIES. As we do you, Stains to true love and all society! Henceforth observe your distance, as you tender Fame, freedom, life: else we do vow revenge Shall dog you at the heels. FLO. So, we are lost; We must go cast about for some new aërie: For these be fledg'd and flown. CAR. By this prevention I'll hate a mistress of such rare invention. PAL. It seems their spleens for picking quarrels sought, In pressing what we neither spake nor thought. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VIII. _Enter Two Seville Merchants._ 1ST MER. Our Duke Eugenio is safe return'd, Laden with trophies, spoils, and victories. 2D MER. Those Hectors, too, who launched forth for Tunis, Have shown their valour, and enrich'd their fortunes, Which languish'd in despair before this voyage, Above expectance; rich rixdollars are Sown like Pactolus' sand: their pockets cramm'd With Indian ore. 1ST MER. What will not prowess do, Where hope of honour, promise of reward, Or country's fame--th' attractiv'st lure of all-- Give spirit to men's actions? 2D MER. This appears Instanc'd in them to life:[172] for by their hazard, Successfully completed, foreign sails Ne'er came so richly fraughted. 1ST MER. It were well The rest of our stout myrmidons, whose courage Stands for the wall, or in a tavern quarrel Or an highway's surprise, to raise a stock To feed their debauch'd visits, were so employ'd It would secure our commerce. 2D MER. This good duke Will regulate, no doubt, his state-affairs With that composure, as no fruitless weed Shall promise to itself long nourishment Within the coast of Seville. What means this? [_A noise of clarions, surdons, fifes, plausulets, within._ MESSENGER. The Duke's approaching in triumphant state. HERALD. Make clear the way; room for his excellence! Never did Seville show more like herself Nor beautifi'd with a more graceful presence Since her foundation. ACT V., SCENE 1. _Enter_ DUKE, _trumpets and drums sounding, colours victoriously displayed. Field-Officers with Soldiers martially ordered in rank and file_.