_Menti._ You shall excuse me; Whatsoever he dares do, that I dare suffer. _Enter_ Cæsario, _and_ Chirurgion. _Cæsar._ Oh Sir, for honors sake stay your foul purpose, For if you do proceed thus cruelly, There is no question in the wound you give him, I shall bleed to death for't. _Alber._ Thou art not of my temper, What I purpose, cannot be alter'd. _Serv._ Sir; the Duke With all speed expects you. You must instantly Ship all your followers, and to sea. _Alber._ My blessing stay with thee upon this condition, Take away his use of fighting; as thou hop'st To be accounted for my son, perform't.-- [_Exit._ _Cesar._ You hear what I am injoyn'd to. _Menti._ Pray thee take it, Only this ring, this best esteem'd Jewel: I will not give't to'th' hangman chops it off; It is too dear a relique. I'll remove it nearer my heart. _Cæsar._ Ha, that Ring's my Sisters. The Ring I injoyn'd her never part withal Without my knowledge; come, Sir, we are friends Pardon my fathers heat, and melancholy; Two violent Fevers which he caught at Sea, And cannot yet shake off: only one promise I must injoyn you to, and seriously. Hereafter you shall never draw a Sword To the prejudice of my life. _Menti._ By my best hopes I shall not. _Cæsar._ I pray deliver me your sword On that condition. _Menti._ I shall Sir, may it hereafter Ever fight on your part. _Cæsar._ Noble Sir, I thank you; But for performance of your vow, I intreat Some gage from you. _Menti._ Any Sir. _Cæsar._ Deliver me that ring. _Menti._ Ha, this Ring? indeed this Jewel binds me, If you knew the vertue of it, never more To draw my sword against you. _Cæsar._ Therefore I will have it. _Menti._ You may not. _Cæsar._ Come: you must. I that by violence could take your hand, Can inforce this from you; this is a token Sir, That we may prove friends hereafter. _Fare you well._ _Phys._ Why did you ceise his Sword Sir? _Cesar._ To perform what my Father bade me, I have for the present ta'en away his Use of fighting. _Phys._ Better so, Than take that which your Father meant. [_Exeunt_ Manet, Mentivole. _Menti._ Was ever the like usage? O that Ring! Dearer than life, Whither is honor fled? _Cesario._ Thou art unmanly in each part, To seize my sword first, and then split my heart. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Host, _and_ Clown. _Host._ Thy Master that lodges here in my Osteria, Is a rare man of art, they say he's a Witch. _Clow._ A Witch? Nay, he's one step of the Ladder to preferment higher, he is a Conjurer. _Host._ Is that his higher title?