_Sanc._ Yes Sir, and as sure As that's your Son: Come hither: what now? run Out o' your sex? breech'd? was't not enough At once to leave thy Father, and thine honor, Unless th' hadst quit thy self too. _Phi._ Sir, what fault She can be urg'd of, I must take on me The guilt and punishment. _Sanc._ You must Sir: how If you shall not, though you must? I deal not With boys Sir; I, you have a Father here Shall do me right. _Alph._ Thou art not mad _Philippo_? Art thou _Mark-antonie_? Son to _Leonardo_? Our business is to them. _Sanc._ No, no, no, no. I'll ha' the business now; with you, none else, Pray you let's speak, in private: (carry me to him) Your Son's the ravisher Sir, and here I find him: I hope you'll give me cause to think you noble, And do me right, with your sword Sir, as becomes One gentleman of honor to another; All this is fair Sir: here's the Sea fast by, Upon the sands, we will determine 'Tis that I call you to; let's make no daies on't, I'll lead your way; to the sea-side Rascals. _Phil._ Sir I would beseech your stay; he may not follow you. _San._ No, turn, I'll kill him here then: Slaves, Rogues, Bloks. Why do you not bear me to him? ha' you been Acquainted with my motions, loggs, so long And yet not know to time 'em. _Phi._ Were you Sir Not impotent. _Alph._ Hold you your peace Boy. _Sanc._ Impotent, 'Death, I'll cut his throat first, and then his Fathers. _Alph._ You must provide you then a sharper Razor Than is your tongue, for I not fear your sword. _Sanc._ 'Heart bear me to either of 'em. _Phi._ Pray Sir your patience. _Enter Governor and Attendants._ _Alph._ My curse light on thee if thou stay him. _Phi._ Hold. _Gov._ Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen, what tumult Is this you raise i'th' street? before my door? Know you what 'tis to draw a weapon here? _Sanc._ Yes, and to use it (bear me up to him, Rogues) Thus, at a Traitors heart. _Alph._ Truer than thine. _Gov._ Strike, strike; Some of the people disarm 'em, Kill 'em if they resist. _Phi._ Nay generous Sir Let not your courtesie turn fury now. _Gov._ Lay hold upon 'em, take away their weapons, I will be worth an answer, e'r we part. _Phi._ 'Tis the Governor Sir. _Alph._ I yield my self. _Sanch._ My Sword? what thinkst thou of me? pray thee tell me. 1 _Attend._ As of a Gentleman. _Sanch._ No more? 1 _Attend._ Of worth, And quality. _Sanch._ And I should quit my sword There were small worth or quality in that friend; Pray thee learn thou more worth and quality Than to demand it. _Gov._ Force it I say. 1 _Attend._ The Governor You hear, commands. _Sanch._ The Governr shall pardon me. _Phi._ How, _Leocadia_ gone again? [_Exit_ Phi.