_Rod_. Let my best goods and jewels be embarked With secrecy: We'll put to sea this night. Have you yet found my sister, or her woman? _Serv_. Neither, sir; but in all probability She is with Manuel. _Rod_. Would God the meanest man in Alicant Had Angelina, rather than Don Manuel! I never can forgive, much less forget, How he (the younger soldier) was preferred To that command of horse, which was my due. _Serv_. And, after that, by force disseized you of Your quarters-- _Rod_. Should I meet him seven years hence At the altar, I would kill him there:--I had Forgot to tell you, the design we had, To carry Julia by force away, Will now be needless: she'll come to the rock To see me; you, unseen, shall stand behind, And carry her into the vessel. _Serv_. Shall I not help you to dispatch Don Manuel? _Rod_. I neither doubt my valour nor my fortune: But if I die, revenge me: Presently About your business; I must to the rock, For fear I come too late. [_Exeunt severally_. SCENE III.--_Through a rock is discovered a navy of ships riding at a distance_. _Enter AMIDEO_. _Amid_. Thus far, unseen by Manuel, I have traced him; He can be gone no farther than the walk Behind the rock: I'll back, and tell my master. _Enter HIPPOLITO at the other end_. _Hip_. This is the place, where Roderick must expect His Julia:--How! Amideo here! _Amid_. Hippolito! _Hip_. This were so fit a time For my revenge, had I the courage, now! My heart swells at him, and my breath grows short; But whether fear or anger choaks it up, I cannot tell. _Amid_. He looks so ghastfully, Would I were past him; yet I fear to try it, Because my mind misgives me he will stop me. By your leave, Hippolito. _Hip_. Whither so fast? _Amid_. You'll not presume to hinder my lord's business? He shall know it. _Hip_. I'll make you sure, before, For telling any tales: Do you remember, Since you defended Angelina's beauty Against Honoria's; nay, and would maintain it. _Amid_. And so I will do still; (I must feign courage, There is no other way.) [_Aside_. _Hip_. I'll so revenge That injury! (if my heart fails me not.) _Amid_. Come, confess truly, for, I know, it fails you. What would you give to avoid fighting now? _Hip_. No, 'tis your heart that fails. _Amid_. I scorn the danger; Yet, what compassion on your youth might do, I cannot tell; and, therefore, do not work Upon my pity; for I feel already My stout heart melts. _Hip_. Oh! Are you thereabout? Now I am sure you fear; and you shall fight. _Amid_. I will not fight. _Hip_. Confess, then, Angelina Is not so fair as is Honoria. _Amid_. I do confess; now are you satisfied? _Hip_. There's more behind; confess her not so worthy To be beloved, nor to possess Gonsalvo, As fair Honoria is. _Amid_. That's somewhat hard. _Hip_. But you must do't, or die. _Amid_. Well, life is sweet; She's not so worthy: Now, let me be gone. _Hip_. No, never to my master; swear to quit His service, and no more to see his face.