_Marc._ I am school'd, And promise you I will: but good Sir, see, She will pass by us now; I hope I may Salute her thus far off. _Gent._ 'S foot, are you mad? 'Twill be as ill as th' other. _1 Attend._ What's the matter? What would that fellow have? _Gent._ Good Sir forbear. _1. Atten._ It seems you are new landed: would you beg Any thing here? _Marc._ Yes Sir, all happiness To that fair Lady, as I hope. _Gent. Mark-antonio._ _Marc._ Her face, which needs no hiding: I would beg A sight of. _Gent._ Now go on, for 'tis too late To keep this from a tumult. _1. Attend._ Sirrah, you Shall see a fitter object for your eyes, Then a fair Ladies face. _Eug._ For heavens sake, raise not A quarrel in the streets for me. _1. Attend._ Slip in then; This is your door. _Eug._ Will you needs quarrel then? _1. Attend._ We must, or suffer This outrage: is't not all your minds Sirs, speak? _All._ Yes. _Eug._ Then I do beseech ye, let my Lord _Enter three or four Souldiers._ Not think the quarrel about me; for 'tis not. [_Exit._ _Gent._ See happily some of our Galley souldiers Are come ashoar. _1. Attend._ Come on Sir, you shall see Faces enough. _Gent._ Some one of you call to _Enter certain Townsmen._ Our General, the whole rore of the Town Comes in upon us. _Marc._ I have seen Sir better Perhaps, than that was cover'd; and will yet _Enter_ Philippo, Theodosia, _and_ Leocadia. See that, or spoil yours. _Phil._ On, why start you back? _Theo._ Alass Sir, they are fighting. _Leoc._ Let's begon, See, see, a handsome man strook down. _Gent._ Ho General, Look out, _Antonio_ is in distress. _Enter_ Rodorigo _above_. _Theo. Antonio._ _Leoc. Antonio!_ 'tis he. _Rod. within._ Ho, Gunner make a shot into the Town, I'll part you: bring away _Antonio_ [_a shot._ Into my Cabben. [_Exit Attendants and Townsmen._ _Gent._ I will do that office. I fear it is the last, that I shall do him. [_Exit Souldiers and Gentlemen with_ Marckantonio. _Theo._ The last, why will he dye? _Leoc._ Since I have found him: happiness leave me, When I leave him.