_Cla._ 'Twas put bravely by, And that: and yet comes on, and boldly rare, In the wars, where emulation and example Joyn to increase the courage, and make less The danger; valour, and true resolution Never appear'd so lovely, brave again: Sure he is more than man, and if he fall; The best of virtue, fortitude would dye with him: And can I suffer it? forgive me duty, So I love valour, as I will protect it Against my Father, and redeem it, though 'Tis forfeited by one I hate. _Vit._ Come on, All is not lost yet: You shall buy me dearer Before you have me: keep off. _Cla._ Fear me not, Thy worth has took me prisoner, and my sword For this time knows thee only for a friend, And to all else I turn the point of it. _Say._ Defend your Fathers enemy? _Alv._ Art thou mad? _Cla._ Are you men rather? shall that valour, which Begot you lawful honor in the wars, Prove now the Parent of an infamous Bastard So foul, yet so long liv'd, as murther will Be to your shames? have each of you, alone With your own dangers only, purchas'd glory From multitudes of enemies, not allowing Those nearest to you, to have part in it, And do you now joyn, and lend mutual help Against a single opposite? hath the mercy Of the great King, but newly wash'd away The blood, that with the forfeit of your life Cleav'd to your name, and family like an ulcer, In this again to set a deeper dye Upon your infamy: you'll say he is your foe, And by his rashness call'd on his own ruin; Remember yet, he was first wrong'd, and honor Spurr'd him to what he did, and next the place Where now he is: your house, which by the laws Of hospitable duty should protect him; Have you been twenty years a stranger to it, To make your entrance now in blood? or think you Your countrey-man, a true born _Spaniard_, will be An offering fit, to please the _genius_ of it? No, in this I'll presume to teach my Father, And this first Act of disobedience shall Confirm I am most dutiful. _Alv._ I am pleas'd With what I dare not give allowance to; Unnatural wretch, what wilt thou do? _Cla._ Set free A noble enemy: come not on, by----You pass to him, through me: the way is open: Farewel: when next I meet you, do not look for A friend, but a vow'd foe; I see you worthy, And therefore now preserve you, for the honor Of my sword only: _Vit._ Were this man a friend, How would he win me, that being my vow'd foe Deserves so well? I thank you for my life; But how I shall deserve it, give me leave Hereafter to consider. [_Exit._