_Man_. Whate'er a brother's power To-morrow can do for you, claim it boldly. _Gons_. I know not why you think yourselves my prisoners; This lady's freedom is a thing too precious To be disposed by any but herself: But value this small service as you please, Which you reward too prodigally, by Permitting me to pay her more. _Jul_. Love from an outlaw? from a villain, love? If I have that power on thee, thou pretend'st, Go and pursue thy mischiefs, but presume not To follow me:--Come, brother. [_Ex_. Jul. _and_ Man. _Gons_. Those foul names of outlaw and of villain I never did deserve: They raise my wonder. [_Walks_. Dull that I was, not to find this before! She took me for the captain of the robbers; It must be so; I'll tell her her mistake. [_Goes out hastily, and returns immediately_. She's gone, she's gone, and who or whence she is I cannot tell; methinks, she should have left A track so bright, I might have followed her; Like setting suns, that vanish in a glory. O villain that I am! O hated villain! _Enter_ HIPPOLITO _again_. _Hip_. I cannot suffer you to wrong yourself So much; for, though I do not know your person, Your actions are too fair, too noble, sir, To merit that foul name. _Gons_. Pr'ythee, do not flatter me; I am a villain; That admirable lady said I was. _Hip_. I fear, you love her, sir. _Gons_. No, no, not love her: Love is the name of some more gentle passion; Mine is a fury, grown up in a moment To an extremity, and lasting in it; An heap of powder set on fire, and burning As long as any ordinary fuel. _Hip_. How could he love so soon? and yet, alas! What cause have I to ask that question, Who loved him the first minute that I saw him? I cannot leave him thus, though I perceive His heart engaged another way. [_Aside_. Sir, can you have such pity on my youth, [To Him. On my forsaken and my helpless youth, To take me to your service? _Gons_. Would'st thou serve A madman? how can he take care of thee, Whom fortune and his reason have abandoned? A man, that saw, and loved, and disobliged, Is banished, and is mad, all in a moment. _Hip_. Yet you alone have title to my service; You make me yours by your preserving me: And that's the title heaven has to mankind. _Gons_. Pr'ythee, no more. _Hip_. I know your mistress too. _Gons_. Ha! dost thou know the person I adore? Answer me quickly; speak, and I'll receive thee: Hast thou no tongue? _Hip_. Why did I say I knew her? All I can hope for, if I have my wish To live with him, is but to be unhappy. [Aside. _Gons_. Thou false and lying boy, to say thou knew'st her; Pr'ythee, say something, though thou cozen'st me. _Hip_. Since you will know, her name is Julia, sir, And that young gentleman you saw, her brother, Don Manuel de Torres. _Gons_. Say I should take thee, boy, and should employ thee To that fair lady, would'st thou serve me faithfully? _Hip_. You ask me an hard question: I can die For you; perhaps I cannot woo so well.