One Night as he was retreating from one of those Engagements, Don
_Sebastian_, whose Sister he had abus’d with a Promise of Marriage, set
upon him at the Corner of a Street, in _Madrid_, and by the Help of
three of his Friends, design’d to have dispatch’d him on a doubtful
Embassy to the Almighty Monarch: But he receiv’d their first
Instructions with better Address than they expected, and dismiss’d his
Envoy first, killing one of Don _Sebastian’s_ Friends. Which so enrag’d
the injur’d Brother, that his Strength and Resolution seem’d to be
redoubled, and so animated his two surviving Companions, that
(doubtless) they had gain’d a dishonourable Victory, had not Don
_Antonio_ accidentally come in to the Rescue; who after a short Dispute,
kill’d one of the two who attack’d him only; whilst Don _Henrique_, with
the greatest Difficulty, defended his Life, for some Moments, against
_Sebastian_, whose Rage depriv’d him of Strength, and gave his Adversary
the unwish’d Advantage of his seeming Death, tho’ not without
bequeathing some bloody Legacies to Don _Henrique_. _Antonio_ had
receiv’d but one slight Wound in the left Arm, and his surviving
Antagonist none; who however thought it not adviseable to begin a fresh
Dispute against two, of whose Courage he had but too fatal a Proof, tho’
one of ’em was sufficiently disabled. The Conquerors, on the other Side,
politickly retreated, and quitting the Field to the Conquer’d, left the
Living to bury the Dead, if he could, or thought convenient.
As they were marching off, Don _Antonio_, who all this while knew not
whose Life he had so happily preserv’d, told his Companion in Arms, that
he thought it indispensibly necessary that he should quarter with him
that Night, for his further Preservation. To which he prudently
consented, and went, with no little Uneasiness, to his Lodgings; where
he surpriz’d _Antonio_ with the Sight of his dearest Friend. For they
had certainly the nearest Sympathy in all their Thoughts, that ever made
two brave Men unhappy: And, undoubtedly, nothing but Death, or more
fatal Love, could have divided them. However, at present, they were
united and secure.
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