_Amid_. I fain would save my life, but that, which you Propose, is but another name to die. I cannot live without my master's sight. _Hip_. Then you must fight with me for him. _Amid_. I would Do any thing with you, but fighting for him. _Hip_. Nothing but that will serve. _Amid_. Lay by our swords, And I'll scratch with you for him. _Hip_. That's not manly. _Amid_. Well, since it must be so, I'll fight:--Unbutton. [_HIPPOLITO unbuttons slowly_. How many buttons has he? I'll be one Behind him still. [_Aside_. [_Unbuttons one by one after him. HIPPOLITO makes more haste_. You are so prodigal! if you loved my master, You would not tear his doublet so:--How's this! Two swelling breasts! a woman, and my rival! The stings of jealousy have given me courage, Which nature never gave me: Come on, thou vile dissembler of thy sex; Expect no mercy; either thou or I Must die upon this spot: Now for Gonsalvo-- Sa--Sa-- _Hip_. This courage is not counterfeit; ah me! What shall I do? for pity, gentle boy-- _Amid_. No pity; such a cause as ours Can neither give nor take it: If thou yieldest, I will not spare thee; therefore, fight it out. [_Tears open his doublet_. _Hip_. Death to my hopes! a woman! and so rare A beauty, that my lord must needs doat on her. I should myself, if I had been a man: But, as I am, her eyes shoot death at me. _Amid_. Come, have you said your prayers? _Hip_. For thy confusion,-- Thou ravenous harpy, with an angel's face,-- Thou art discovered, thou too charming rival; I'll be revenged upon those fatal eyes. _Amid_. I'll tear out thine. _Hip_. I'll bite out hungry morsels From those plump cheeks, but I will make them thinner. _Amid_. I'd beat thee to the blackness of a Moor. But that the features of thy face are such, Such damnable, invincible good features, That as an Ethiop thou would'st still be loved. _Hip_. I'll quite unbend that black bow o'er thine eyes; I'll murder thee, and Julia shall have him, Rather than thou. _Amid_. I'll kill both thee and her, Rather than any one but I shall have him. _Hip_. Come on, thou witch. _Amid_. Have at thy heart, thou Syren. [_They draw and fight awkwardly, not coming near one another_. _Amid_. I think I paid you there. _Hip_. O stay a little, And tell me in what corner of thy heart Gonsalvo lies, that I may spare that place. _Amid_. He lies in the last drop of all my blood, And never will come out, but with my soul. _Hip_. Come, come, we dally; Would one of us were dead, no matter which! [_They fight nearer_. _Enter Don_ MANUEL. _Man_. The pretty boys, that serve Gonsalvo, fighting! I come in time to save the life of one. [HIPPOLITO _gets_ AMIDEO _down in closing: MANUEL takes away their swords_. _Hip_. For goodness' sake, hinder not my revenge. _Amid_. The noble Manuel has saved my life: Heavens, how unjustly have I hated him. [_Aside_.