_Lam._ This curtesie Wounds deeper than your Sword can, or mine own; Pray you make use of either, and dispatch me. _Luc._ The barbarous Turk is satisfied with spoil; And shall I, being possest of what I came for, Prove the more Infidel? _Lam._ You were better be so, Than publish my disgrace, as 'tis [t]he custom, And which I must expect. _Luc._ Judge better on me: I have no tongue to trumpet mine own praise To your dishonor: 'tis a bastard courage That seeks a name out that way, no true born one; Pray you be comforted, for by all goodness But to her virtuous self, the best part of it, I never will discover on what terms I came by these: which yet I take not from you, But leave you in exchange of them, mine own, With the desire of being a friend; which if You will not grant me, but on farther trial Of manhood in me, seek me when you please, (And though I might refuse it with mine honor) Win them again, and wear them: so good morrow. [_Exit._ _Lam._ I ne'r knew what true valor was till now; And have gain'd more by this disgrace, than all The honors I have won: they made me proud, Presumptuous of my fortune; a mere beast, Fashion'd by them, only to dare and do: Yielding no reasons for my wilful actions But what I stuck on my Swords point, presuming It was the best Revenew. How unequal Wrongs well maintain'd makes us to others, which Ending with shame teach us to know our selves, I will think more on't. _Enter_ Vitelli. _Vit. Lamorall._ _Lam._ My Lord? _Vit._ I came to seek you. _Lam._ And unwillingly; You ne'r found me t[i]ll now: your pleasure Sir? _Vit._ That which will please thee friend: thy vowd love to me Shall now be put in action: means is offer'd To use thy good Sword for me; that which still Thou wearst, as if it were a part of thee. Where is it? _Lam._ 'Tis chang'd for one more fortunate: Pray you enquire not how. _Vit._ Why, I ne'r thought That there was musick in't, but ascribe The fortune of it to the arm. _Lam._ Which is grown weaker too. I am not (in a word) Worthy your friendship: I am one new vanquish'd, Yet shame to tell by whom. _Vit._ But I'll tell thee 'Gainst whom thou art to fight, and there redeem Thy honor lost, if there be any such: The King, by my long suit, at length is pleas'd That _Alvarez_ and my self, with eithers Second, Shall end the difference between our houses, Which he accepts of, I make choice of thee; And where you speak of a disgrace, the means To blot it out, by such a publick trial Of thy approved valor, will revive Thy antient courage. If you imbrace it do; If not, I'll seek some other. _Lam._ As I am You may command me.