_Eust._ Nor I from any, this shall decide my interest, Though I am lost to all deserving men, To all that men call good, for suffering tamely Insufferable wrongs, and justly slighted By yeelding to a minute of delay In my revenge, and from that made a stranger Unto my fathers house and favour, orewhelm'd With all disgraces, yet I will mount upward, And force my selfe a fortune, though my birth And breeding doe deny it. _Cha._ Seek not _Eustace_, By violence, what will be offerd to you On easier composition; though I was not Allied unto your weakness, you shall find me A brother to your bravery of spirit, And one that not compell'd to't by your sword, (Which I must never feare) will share it with you In all but _Angellina_. _Mir._ Nobly said _Charles_, And learne from my experience, you may heare reason And never maime your fighting; for your credit Which you think you have lost, spare, _Charles_, and swinge me, And soundly; three or foure walking cloakes That weare no swords to guard 'em, yet deserve it, Thou art made up againe. _Eust._ All this is lip-salve. _Mir._ It shall be Hearts-ease, _Eustace_, ere I've done; As for thy fathers anger, now thou dar'st fight, Nere feare't, for I've the dowcets of his gravity Fast in a string, I will so pinch and wring him, That spight of his authority, thou shalt make Thine owne conditions with him. _Eust._ Ile take leave A little to consider. _Cha._ Here comes _Andrew_. _Mir._ But without his Comical and learned face; What sad disaster, _Andrew_? _And._ You may read Sir, A Tragedy in my face. _Mir._ Art thou in earnest? _And._ Yes, by my life Sir, and if now you help not, And speedily, by force or by persuasion, My good old Master (for now I pitie him) is Ruin'd for ever. _Cha._ Ha, my father! _And._ He Sir. _Mir._ By what meanes? speake. _And._ At the suit of Monsieur _Lewis_ His house is seiz'd upon, and he in person Is under guard, (I saw it with these eyes Sir) To be convey'd to _Paris_, and there sentenc'd. _Mir._ Nay, then there is no jesting. _Cha._ Doe I live, And know my father injur'd? _And._ And what's worse Sir, My Lady _Angellina_-- _Eust._ What of her?