_Rod_. Thou urgest me above my patience; This minute of my life was not my own, But hers, I love beyond it. [_They draw, and fight_. _Jul_. Help, help! none hear me! Heaven, I think, is deaf too: O Roderick! O brother! _Enter_ GONSALVO, _and_ HIPPOLITO. _Jul_. Whoe'er you are, if you have honour, part them! [MANUEL _stumbles, and falls_. _Gons_. Hold, sir, you are too cruel; he, that kills At such advantage, fears to fight again. [_Holds_ RODORICK. _Man_. Cavalier, I may live to thank you for this favour. [_Rises_. _Rod_. I will not quit you so. _Man_. I'll breathe, and then-- _Jul_. Is there no way to save their lives? _Hip_. Run out of sight, If 'tis concerning you they quarrel. [JULIA _retires to a corner_. _Hip_. Help, help, as you are cavaliers; the lady. For whom you thus contend, is seized by some Night-robbing villains. _All_. Which way took they? _Hip_. 'Twas so dark I could not see distinctly. _Rod_. Let us divide; I this way. [_Exit_. _Gons_. Down yonder street I'll take. _Man_. And I down that. [_Exeunt severally_. _Hip_. Now, madam, may we not lay by our fear? They are all gone. _Jul_. Tis true; but we are here, Exposed to darkness, without guide or aid, But of ourselves. _Hip_. And of ourselves afraid. _Jul_. These dangers, while 'twas light, I could despise; Then I was bold, but watched by many eyes: Ah! could not heaven for lovers find a way, That prying people still might sleep by day? _Enter_ ANGELINA. _Hip_. Methinks I'm certain I discover some. _Jul_. This was your speaking of them, made them come. _Hip_. There is but one, perhaps he may go by. _Ang_. Where had I courage for this bold disguise, Which more my nature than my sex belies? Alas! I am betrayed to darkness here; Darkness, which virtue hates, and maids most fear: Silence and solitude dwell every where: Dogs cease to bark; the waves more faintly roar, And roll themselves asleep upon the shore: No noise but what my footsteps make, and they Sound dreadfully, and louder than by day: They double too, and every step I take Sounds thick, methinks, and more than one could make. Ha! who are these? I wished for company, and now I fear. Who are you, gentle people, that go there? _Jul_. His voice is soft as is the upper air, Or dying lovers' words: O pity us. Ang. O pity me! take freely as your own My gold, my jewels; spare my life alone. _Hip_. Alas, he fears as much as we. _Jul_. What say you, Sir, will you join with us? _Ang_. Yes, madam; but If you would take my sword, you'll use it better. _Hip_. Ay, but you are a man. _Ang_. Why, so are you. _Hip_. Truly my fear had made me quite forget it. _Enter GONSALVO_. _Gons_. Hippolito! how barbarous was I To leave my boy! Hippolito! _Hip. _Here, here. Now, madam, fear not, you are safe. _Jul_. What is become, sir, of those gentlemen? _Gons_. Madam, they all went several ways; not like To meet. _Jul_. What will become of me?