_Mir._ And I gave it: which is nobler? Why every Gentleman would have done as much As you did: fought it: that's a poor desert, Sir, They are bound to that; but then to make that fight sure, To doe as I did, take all danger from it Suffer that coldness, that must call me now Into disgrace for ever, into pity. _Gom._ I undertook first, to preserve from hazard. _Mir._ And I made sure no hazard should come neer her. _Gom._ 'Twas I defi'd _Mountferrat_. _Mir._ 'Twas I wrought him, You had had a dark day else; 'Twas I defi'd His conscience first, 'twas I that shook him there, Which is the brave defiance. _Gom._ My life and honor At stake I laid. _Mir._ My care; and truth lay by it Least that stake might be lost: I have deserv'd her, And none but I; the Lady might have perish'd, Had Fell _Mountferrat_ struck it, from whose malice With cunning, and bold confidence I catch'd it, And 'twas high time, and such a service Lady For you, and for your innocence, for who knows not The all-devouring sword of fierce _Mountferrat_? I shew'd ye what I could do, had I been spightful Or Master but of halfe the poison he bears, (Hell take his heart for't) and beshrew these hands Madam, With all my heart, I wish a mischief on 'em, They made ye once look sad: such another fright I would not put ye in, to ow[n]e the Island, Yet pardon me, 'twas but to shew a Soldier, Which, when I had done, I ended your poor coward. _Val._ Let some look out, for the base Knight _Mountferrat_. _Ab._ I hope he's far enough, if his man be trusty: This was a strange misfortune; I must not kno[w] it. _Val._ That most debauch'd Knight, come down sweet Sister My spotless Sister: now, pray thank these Gentlemen, They have deserv'd both truly, nobly of ye. Both excellently, dearly, both all the honor All the respect and favour. _Ori._ Both shall have it; And as my life, their memories I'll nourish. _Val._ Ye are both true Knights, and both most worthy Lovers, Here stands a Lady ripen'd with your service, Young, fair, and (now I dare say) truly honourable: 'Tis my Will she shall marry: marry now, And one of you (she cannot take more nobly) your deserts Begot this Will, and bred it; both her beauty Cannot enjoy: dare ye mark me your umpier? _Gom. Mir._ With all our Souls. _Val._ He must not then be angry That looses her. _Gom._ Oh that were Sir, unworthy. _Mir._ A little sorrow he may find.