_Eug._ My Lord, long wish'd for welcome, 'Tis a sweet briefness, yet in that short word All pleasures which I may call mine, begin, And may they long increase, before they find A second period: let mine eies now surfeit On this so wish'd for object, and my lips Yet modestly pay back the parting kiss You trusted with them, when you fled from _Sevil_, With little _Clara_ my sweet daughter: lives she? Yet I could chide my self, having you here For being so covetous of all joyes at once, T' enquire for her, you being alone, to me My _Clara, Lucio_, my Lord, my self, Nay more than all the world. _Alv._ As you, to me are. _Eug._ Sit down, and let me feed upon the story Of your past dangers, now you are here in safety It will give rellish, and fresh appetite To my delights, if such delights can cloy me. Yet do not _Alvarez_, let me first yield you Account of my life in your absence, and Make you acquainted how I have preserv'd The Jewel left lock'd up in my womb, When you, in being forc'd to leave your Countrey, Suffer'd a civil death. [_Within clashing swords._ _Alv._ Doe my _Eugenia_, 'Tis that I most desire to hear. _Eug._ Then know. [Sayavedra _within_. _Alv._ What noise is that? _Saya._ If you are noble enemies, [Vitelli _within_. Oppress me not with odds, but kill me fairly. _Vit._ Stand off, I am too many of my self. _Enter_ Bobadilla. _Bob._ Murther, murther, murther, your friend my Lord, _Don Sayavedra_ is set upon in the streets, by your enemies _Vitelli_, and his Faction: I am almost kill'd with looking on them. _Alv._ I'll free him, or fall with him: draw thy sword And follow me. _Cla._ Fortune, I give thee thanks For this occasion once more to use it. [_Exit._ _Bo[b]._ Nay, hold not me Madam; if I do any hurt, hurt me. _Luc._ Oh I am dead with fear! let's flie into Your Closet, Mother. _Eug._ No hour of my life Secure of danger? heav'n be merciful, Or now at once dispach me. _Enter_ Vitelli, _pursued by_ Alvarez, _and_ Sayavedra, Clara _beating of_ Anastro. _Cla._ Follow him Leave me to keep these of. _Alv._ Assault my friend So near my house? _Vit._ Nor in it will spare thee, Though 'twere a Temple: and I'll make it one, I being the Priest, and thou the sacrifice, I'll offer to my Uncle. _Alv._ Haste thou to him, And say I sent thee: