_Ant._ I am mortified sufficiently already, without the help of his ghostly counsel. Fear of death has gone farther with me in two minutes, than my conscience would have gone in two months. I find myself in a very dejected condition, all over me; poor sin lies dormant; concupiscence is retired to his winter-quarters; and if Morayma should now appear,--I say no more; but, alas for her and me! [MORAYMA _comes out of the Arbour, she steals behind him, and claps him on the Back._ _Mor._ And if Morayma should appear, as she does appear,--alas! you say, for her and you. _Ant._ Art thou there, my sweet temptation! my eyes, my life, my soul, my all! _Mor._ A mighty compliment! when all these, by your own confession, are just nothing. _Ant._ Nothing, till thou camest to new create me; thou dost not know the power of thy own charms: Let me embrace thee, and thou shalt see how quickly I can turn wicked. _Mor._ [_Stepping back._] Nay, if you are so dangerous, it is best keeping you at a distance, I have no mind to warm a frozen snake in my bosom; he may chance to recover, and sting me for my pains. _Ant._ Consider what I have suffered for thy sake already, and make me some amends; two disappointments in a night: O cruel creature! _Mor._ And you may thank yourself for both. I came eagerly to the charge before my time, through the back-walk behind the arbour; and you, like a fresh-water soldier, stood guarding the pass before. If you missed the enemy, you may thank your own dulness. _Ant._ Nay, if you will be using stratagems, you shall give me leave to make use of my advantages, now I have you in my power: we are fairly met; I'll try it out, and give no quarter. _Mor._ By your favour, sir, we meet upon treaty now, and not upon defiance. _Ant._ If that be all, you shall have _carte blanche_ immediately; for I long to be ratifying. _Mor._ No; now I think on't, you are already entered into articles with my enemy Johayma:--"Any thing to serve you, madam; I shall refuse no drudgery:"--Whose words were those, gentleman? was that like a cavalier of honour? _Ant._ Not very heroic; but self-preservation is a point above honour and religion too. Antonio was a rogue, I must confess; but you must give me leave to love him. _Mor._ To beg your life so basely, and to present your sword to your enemy; Oh, recreant! _Ant._ If I had died honourably, my fame indeed would have sounded loud, but I should never have heard the blast:--Come, don't make yourself worse-natured than you are; to save my life, you would be content I should promise any thing. _Mor._ Yes, if I were sure you would perform nothing. _Ant._ Can you suspect I would leave you for Johayma?