_Sanch._ Let me kiss him. I fear thou wilt not yet. _Eug._ Why Gentlemen, If you'll proceed according to _Caranza_, Methinks an easier way, were [two] good chairs, So you would be content Sir, to be bound, 'Cause he is lame? I'll fit you with like weapons, Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. If The difference between you be so mortal, It cannot be tane up. _Sanch._ Tane up? take off This head first. _Alph._ Come bind me in a chair. _Eug._ Yes, do. _Gait._ What mean you, Dove. _Eug._ Let me alone, And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' done Lend me two Ponyards; I'll have Pistols ready Quickly. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Philippo. _Phi._ She is not here _Mark-antonio_, Saw you not _Leocadia_? _Mar._ Not I brother. _Phi._ Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her. _Mar._ I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it? _Phi._ You were not worthy of her. _Mar._ May be I was not; But 'tis not well, you tell me so. _Phi._ My Sister Is not so fair. _Mar._ It skils not. _Phi._ Nor so virtuous. _Mar._ Yes, she must be as virtuous. _Phi._ I would fain-- _Mar._ What brother? _Phi._ Strike you. _Mar._ I shall not bear strokes, Though I do these strange words. _Phi._ Will you not kill me? _Mar._ For what good brother? _Phi._ Why, for speaking well Of _Leocadia_. _Mar._ No indeed. _Phi._ Nor ill Of _Theodosia_? _Enter_ Eugenia, Leocadia, Theodosia, _and one with two Pistols_. _Mar._ Neither. _Phi._ Fare you well then. _Eug._ Nay, you shall have as noble seconds too As ever Duelists had; give 'em their weapons: Now _St. Jago_. _Sanch._ Are they charg'd? _Eug._ Charg'd Sir? I warrant you. _Alph._ Would they were well discharg'd. _Sanch._ I like a Sword much better I confess. _Eug._ Nay, wherefore stay you? shall I mend your mark? Strike one another, thorough these? _Phi._ My love. _Alph._ My _Theodosia_. _Sanch._ I ha' not the heart. _Alph._ Nor I. _Eug._ Why here is a dependence ended. Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to you Your Sons and Daughters, and be friends. A feast Waits you within, is better than your fray: Lovers, take you your own, and all forbear Under my roof, either to blush or fear. My love, what say you? could _Caranza_ himself Carry a business better? _Gov._ It is well: All are content I hope, and we well eas'd. If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd. [_Exeunt._ Prologue.