Don _Fel._ Come near, my daughter, and with extended arms of great affection let me receive thee. [_Kisses her._] Thou art a dainty wench, good faith thou art, and 'tis a mettled action thou hast done; if _Lorenzo_ don't like thee the better for't, Cods my life, he's a pitiful fellow, and I shan't believe the bonny old man had the getting of him. _Cam._ I'm so encourag'd by your forgiveness, Sir, methinks I have some flattering hopes of his. Don _Fel._ Of his! I'gad, and he had best, I believe he'll meet with his match if he don't. What dost think of trying his courage a little, by way of a joke or so? _Isab._ I was just telling her your design, Sir. Don _Fel._ Why I'm in a mighty witty way upon this whimsical occasion; but I see him coming. You must not appear yet; go your way in to the rest of the people there, and I'll inform him what a squabble he has work'd himself into here. [_Exeunt ~Camillo~ and ~Isabella~._ _Enter ~Lorenzo~ and ~Lopez~._ _Lop._ Pray, Sir, don't be so obstinate now, don't affront Heaven at this rate. I had a vision last night about this business on purpose to forwarn you; I dreamt of goose-eggs, a blunt knife, and the snuff of a candle; I'm sure there's mischief towards. _Lor._ You cowardly rascal, hold your tongue. Don _Fel._ _Lorenzo_, come hither, my boy, I was just going to send for thee. The honour of our ancient family lies in thy hands; there is a combat preparing, thou must fight, my son. _Lop._ Look you there, now, did not I tell you? O dreams are wond'rous things, I never knew that snuff of a candle fail yet. _Lor._ Sir, I do not doubt but _Carlos_ seeks my life, I hope he'll do it fairly. _Lop._ Fairly, do you hear, fairly! Give me leave to tell you, Sir, folks are not fit to be trusted with lives, that don't know how to look better after them. Sir, you gave it him, I hope you'll make him take a little more care on't. Don _Fel._ My care shall be to make him do as a man of honour ought to do. _Lop._ What, will you let him fight, then? let your own flesh and blood fight? Don _Fel._ In a good cause, as this is. _Lop._ _O monstrum horrendum!_ Now I have that humanity about me, that if a man but talks to me of fighting, I shiver at the name on't. _Lor._ What you do, on this occasion Sir, is worthy of you: And had I been wanting to you, in my due regards before, this noble action wou'd have stamp'd that impression, which a grateful son ought to have for so generous a father. _Lop._ Very generous, truly! gives him leave to be run thro' the guts, for his posterity to brag on a hundred years hence. [_Aside._ _Lor._ I think, Sir, as things now stand, it won't be right for me to wait for _Carlos_'s call; I'll, if you please, prevent him. _Lop._ Ay, pray, Sir, do prevent him by all means, 'tis better made up, as you say, a thousand times.