Sir, I don't use to be examin'd, and am ill at all
Disputes but this- [Draws, Anton. offers to shoot. Ang. Oh, hold! you
see he's arm'd with certain Death: [To Will. -And you, Antonio, I
command you hold, By all the Passion you've so lately vow'd me. Enter
Don Pedro, sees Antonio, and stays. Ped. Hah, Antonio! and Angelica!
[Aside. Ant. When I refuse Obedience to your Will, May you destroy me
with your mortal Hate. By all that's Holy I adore you so, That even my
Rival, who has Charms enough To make him fall a Victim to my Jealousy,
Shall live, nay, and have leave to love on still. Ped. What's this I
hear? [Aside. Ang. Ah thus, 'twas thus he talk'd, and I believ'd.
[Pointing to Will. -Antonio, yesterday, I'd not have sold my Interest
in his Heart For all the Sword has won and lost in Battle. -But now to
show my utmost of Contempt, I give thee Life- which if thou would'st
preserve, Live where my Eyes may never see thee more, Live to undo
some one, whose Soul may prove So bravely constant to revenge my Love.
[Goes out, Ant. follows, but Ped. pulls him back. Ped. Antonio- stay.
Ant. Don Pedro- Ped. What Coward Fear was that prevented thee From
meeting me this Morning on the Molo? Ant. Meet thee? Ped. Yes me; I
was the Man that dar'd thee to't. Ant. Hast thou so often seen me
fight in War, To find no better Cause to excuse my Absence? -I sent my
Sword and one to do thee Right, Finding my self uncapable to use a
Sword.
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