_The. Beliza_ is to marry him forthwith, I long to have the first touch of her too, That will a little quiet me. _Cra._ Fie Sir, You'll be the Tyrant to Virginity; To fall but once is manly, to persevere Beastly, and desperate. _The._ Cross me not, but do't: Are not the means, the place, the instruments The very same? I must expect you suddenly. [_Exit._ _Cra._ I must obey you. Who is in evil once a companion Can hardly shake him off, but must run on. Here I appointed _Conon_ to attend Him, and his sword: he promis'd to come single. _Enter_ Conon _and_ Page. To avoid prevention: he is a man on's word. _Co._ You are well met _Crates_. _Cra._ If we part so _Conon_. _Co._ Come, we must do these mutual offices, We must be our own Seconds, our own Surgeons, And fairly fight, like men, not on advantage. _Cra._ You have an honest bosom. _Co._ Yours seems so. _Cra._ Let's pair our swords: you are a just Gentleman. _Co._ You might be so: now shake hands if you please, Though't be the cudgel fashion, 'tis a friendly one. _Cra._ So, stand off. _Page._ That's my cue to beckon 'em. [_Exit._ _Co. Crates_, to expostulate your wrongs to me Were to doubt of 'em, or wish your excuse In words, and so return like maiden Knights: Yet freely thus much I profess, your spleen And rugged carriage toward your honour'd Brother Hath much more stirred me up, than min[e] own cause, For I did ne'r affect these bloody men, But hold 'em fitter be made publick Hangmen: Or Butchers call'd, than valiant Gentlemen: 'Tis true stamp'd valour does upon just grounds, Yet for whom justlier should I expose my life Than him, unto whose virtue I owe all. _Cra. Conon_, you think by this great deed of yours To insinuate your self a lodging nearer Unto my Brothers heart: such men as you Live on their undertakings for their Lords, And more disable them by answering for 'em Than if they sate still, make 'em but their whores, For which end Gallants now adays do fight: But here we come not to upbraid; what men Seem, the rash world will judge; but what they are Heaven knows: and this--Horses, we are descry'd, One stroke for fear of laughter. _Enter_ Euphanes, Agenor, Leonidas, Page. _Co._ Half a score. _Euph._ Hold, hold: on your allegiance hold. _Ag._ He that strikes next-- _Leo._ Falls like a Traitor on our swords.