_Ador._ He undergoes my challenge, and contemns it, And threatens me with the late edict made 'Gainst duellists,--the altar cowards fly to. But I, that am engaged, and nourish in me A higher aim than fair Camiola dreams of, Must not sit down thus. In the court I dare not Attempt him; and in public he's so guarded, With a herd of parasites, clients, fools, and suitors, That a musket cannot reach him:--my designs Admit of no delay. This is her birthday, Which, with a fit and due solemnity, Camiola celebrates: and on it, all such As love or serve her usually present A tributary duty. I'll have something To give, if my intelligence prove true, Shall find acceptance. I am told, near this grove Fulgentio, every morning, makes his markets With his petitioners; I may present him With a sharp petition!----Ha! 'tis he: my fate Be ever bless'd for 't! _Enter_ FULGENTIO _and Page_. _Ful._ Command such as wait me Not to presume, at the least for half an hour, To press on my retirements. Begone, sir. [_Exit Page._ Challenged! 'tis well; and by a groom! still better. Was this shape made to fight? I have a tongue yet, Howe'er no sword, to kill him; and what way, This morning I'll resolve of. [_Exit._ _Ador._ I shall cross Your resolution, or suffer for you. [_Exit following him._ SCENE III. _The same. A Room in_ CAMIOLA'_s House_. _Enter_ CAMIOLA, _followed by Servants with Presents_; SYLLI, _and_ CLARINDA. _Syl._ What are all these? _Clar._ Servants with several presents, And rich ones too. _1 Serv._ With her best wishes, madam, Of many such days to you, the lady Petula Presents you with this fan. _2 Serv._ This diamond, From your aunt Honoria. _3 Serv._ This piece of plate From your uncle, old Vicentio, with your arms Graven upon it. _Cam._ Good friends, they are too Munificent in their love and favour to me. Out of my cabinet return such jewels As this directs you:--[_To_ CLARINDA.]--for your pains; and yours; Nor must you be forgotten. [_Gives them money._] Honour me With the drinking of a health. _1 Serv._ Gold, on my life! _2 Serv._ She scorns to give base silver. _3 Serv._ Would she had been Born every month in the year! _1 Serv._ Month! every day. _2 Serv._ Show such another maid. _3 Serv._ All happiness wait you! _Clar._ I'll see your will done. [_Exeunt_ SYLLI, CLARINDA, _and Servants_. _Enter_ ADORNI _wounded_. _Cam._ How, Adorni wounded!