_Sanch._ He shall friend I' th' point of honor; by his leave, so tell him, His person and authority I acknowledge, And do submit me to it; but my Sword, He shall excuse me, were he fifteen Governors; That and I dwell together, and must yet Till my hands part, assure him. _Gov._ I say force it. _Sanch._ Stay, hear me. Hast thou ever read _Caranza_? Understandst thou honor, Noble Governor? _Gov._ For that we'll have more fit dispute. _Sanch._ Your name Sir? _Gov._ You shall know that too: but on colder terms, Your blood and brain are now too hot to take it. _Sanch._ Force my Sword from me? this is an affront. _Gov._ Bring 'em away. _Sanch._ You'll do me reparation. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Philippo. _Phi._ I have for ever lost her, and am lost, And worthily: my lameness hath undone me; She's gone hence, asham'd of me: yet I seek her. Will she be ever found to me again, Whom she saw stand so poorly, and dare nothing In her defence, here? when I should have drawn This Sword out like a Meteor, and have shot it In both our Parents eies, and left 'em blind Unto their impotent angers? Oh I am worthy On whom this loss and scorn should light to death Without the pity that should wish me better, Either alive, or in my Epitaph. _Enter_ Leonardo, Mark-Antonio. _Leo._ Well Son, your Father is too near himself And hath too much of nature to put off Any affection that belongs to you, I could have only wish'd you had acquainted Her Father, whom it equally concerns, Though y'had presum'd on me: it might have open'd An easier gate, and path to both our joyes: For though I am none of those flinty Fathers That when their children do but natural things, Turn rock and offence straight: yet _Mark-antonio_, All are not of my quarry. _Mar._ 'Tis my fear Sir; And if hereafter I should e'r abuse So great a piety, it were my malice. _Enter Attendants_. _Atten._ We must intreat you Gentlemen to take Another room, the Governor is coming Here, on some business. _Enter Governor_, Sanchio, Alphonso. _Attendants_. _Mar._ We will give him way. _Sanch._ I will have right Sir on you; that believe, If there be any Marshals Court in _Spain_. _Gov._ For that Sir we shall talk. _Sanch._ ---- Do not slight me, Though I am without a Sword. _Gov._ Keep to your Chair Sir. _Sanch._ ---- Let me fall, and hurle my chair! (slaves) at him. _Gov._ You are the more temper'd man Sir: let me intreat Of you the manner how this brawl fell out.