_Val._ Speak quickly, and speak short. _Ori._ I have not much Sir. Noble _Gomera_, from your own free virtue, You have undertaken here a poor Maids honor. And with the hazard of your life: and happily You may suspect the cause, though in your true worth You will not shew it, therefore take this testimony (And as I hope for happiness, a true one) And may it steel your heart, and edge your good sword, Ye fight for her, as spotless of these mischiefs, As heaven is of our sins, or truth of errors, And so defie that treacherous man, and prosper. _Nor._ Blessing o'thy heart Lady. _Val._ Give the signal to 'em. [_Low Alarms._ _Nor._ 'Tis bravely fought _Gomera_; follow that blow, Well struck again boy: look upon the Lady, And gather spirit: brave again: lye close. Lye close I say: he fights aloft, and strongly: Close for thy life: a vengeance o' that fell buffet: Retire, and gather breath: ye have day enough Knights; Look lovely on him Lady: to't again now Stand, stand _Gomera_, stand: one blow for all now. Gather thy strength together; God bless the woman: Why, where's thy noble heart? heaven bless the Lady. _All._ Oh, oh! _Val._ She is gone, she is gone. _Nor._ Now strike it. Hold, hold: he yields: hold thy brave sword he's conquer'd: He's thine _Gomera_, now be joyful Lady: What could this thief have done, had his cause been equal? He made my heart-strings tremble. _Val._ Off with his Caske there; And Executioner take you his head next. _Abdel._ Oh cursed fortune! _Gom._ Stay, I beseech ye, Sir, and this one honor Grant me: I have deserv'd it; that this villain May live one day, to envy at my justice, That he may pine and dye, before the sword fall. Viewing the glory, I have won her goodness. _Val._ He shall, and you the harvest of your valour Shall reap brave Sir, abundantly. _Gom._ I have sav'd her. Preserv'd her spotless worth from black destruction, Her white name to eternity deliver'd, Her youth, and sweetness, from a timeless ruine. Now Lord _Valetta_, if this bloudy labour May but deserve her favour. _Mir._ Stay, and hear me first. _Val._ Off with his Cask, this is _Miranda_'s voice. _Nor._ 'Tis he indeed, or else mine eies abuse me, What makes he here thus? _Ori._ The young _Miranda_? Is he mine enemy too? _Mir._ None has deserv'd her If worth must carry it, and service seek her, But he that saved her honor. _Gom._ That's I _Miranda_. _Mir._ No, no, that's I _Gomera_, be not so forward, In bargain for my love, ye cannot cozen me. _Gom._ I fought it.