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SCENE V.

Roderigo. Diego.
Roderigo.
Any man but my father
Should quickly finde I have.

Diego.
Well said, my boy,
I nowe perceive my bloud runnes in thy veines,
This noble anger sayes thou art my sonne;
My youth revives in me from this thy heat.
Thou shalt revenge me sonne.

Roderigo.
Of what, or whom?

Diego.
Of an affront so cruell, that our honours
Suffer together in it. 'Twas, Roderigo,
A box o'th'eare, which on th'insolent giver
I had reveng'd, but that my feeble age
Fail'd my strong heart. This sword then, which my arm
Knew not to weild, take thou, and with it punish
The arrogant that wrong'd me, and be sure
Thou kill, or die, for such a staine as this
Is never washt, but in the offenders bloud.
But let me tell thee, I doe send thee now
To combat with a man whom I have seene
All on a goare, in midst of a fought battell,
Making himselfe a Rampire of slaine men.

Roderigo.
Pray Sir his Name, let him be what he will.

D. Diego.
To tell thee more then; besides that he is
The bravest souldier, and the best Commander
That I have seene; he is—

Roderigo.
For heavens sake what?

D. Diego.
The father to Cimena.

Roderigo.
The?

D. Diego.
Reply not,
I know thy love, but yet remember sonne,
He that can live contemn'd, doth not deserve
To breath an houre; thou know'st th'affront was given
To me, to thee I leave the just revenge;
The sense of honour, and the fire that springs
From thence, should put out the lesse heat of love;
Revenge me, and thy selfe, shew thy selfe worthy
Of me thy father, now o're-borne with miseries,
Which whilst I goe to moane, haste thou to punish.