 | Bussy d'Ambois, or The Husbands Revenge |  |
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Enter D'Amboise, Brissack, Mellinel, Barressor, L'Annou, Pyrhot, stript for the Duel.
Barr.
Come surly Sir, whose rough Abilities
Would jostle out the Vertues of Mankind,
And proudly think yours are the only Worthy;
We'll shew you that we are not so much Courtiers,
But we can fight as well as we can talk.
D'Ambois.
I am glad on't,
And wish all Courts were furnish'd with such Men;
Good ones would then be valued, and Fools find Scorn:
We judge of Minds not by their Deeds, but Habits,
And gaudy flattering Favourites are esteem'd
The wisest in the Land, tho ne're such Blockheads.
L'An.
Our Swords will best decide our Merits, Sir:
Briss.
They are the fittest Disputants i'th'Field.
D'Ambois.
One thing I urge: These Gentlemen are Strangers,
And tho they nobly lent their Courtesie
To assist me against your mean deriding me;
The Injury was Levell'd all at me,
And I would right my self against ye all:
Let one at once assail me honourably,
If I hold out t' th'last, mine be the Praise;
Or if I sink by th'first, let it be thine:
It will a satisfaction give in Death,
That I have not engag'd the Innocent.
Barr.
This looks like Boast, D'Amboise; but be it so.
Mell.
I except against the Offer.
Briss.
And I:
Think not, D'Amboise, the Quarrel we espous'd
Shall be determin'd, and we not engag'd.
Pirhot.
Come, no more Words, so we fight, be it any ways.
D'Ambois.
It must be some way, I wish it might be mine.
[They fight, Mellinor kills Pyrhot, Lannou, Brisack.]
Barr.
Some Pause, D'Amboise,
Two of our Friends are gone, preserve the
Others, and thee and I decide it.
D'Ambois.
Agreed.
Mellinel.
No, I have lost my Friend, and will revenge him.
Lannou.
Come on then.
D'Ambois.
It is in vain to stop them. Now Barressor!
Barr.
I shrink not yet.
D'Ambois.
Thy Blood flows fast.
Barr.
I am the lighter for't.
Mell.
D'Amboise. Farewel.
[Mel falls.
Barr.
I follow thee.
[Bar. falls.
L' An.
Here's more Work yet.
D'Ambois.
L'Annou, thou'rt brave; I'm satisfy'd;
There's Blood enough shed.
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Too much, D'Amboise; had there been none
At all, it had been well; but now there
Must be more; thou wer't for fighting us all round,
Ar't satifi'd with one?
D'Ambois.
Think not I'm tyr'd. Oh Tamira, if I fall, Farewel.
[Fight, L'Annou falls.
L'Annou.
Tamira's thine, and thou hast thy Revenge.
Gallant D'Ambois! I love thee now, and
Grieve for my Affront.
D'Ambois.
The Rest of Infant Souls uncharg'd with Sin be with thee and
my Noble Friends.—Mischief has been too powerful among us; and
what my Fate will be who does survive thee, I know not, nor I fear not.
Now to Tamira; she sent to me before I fought; and 'tis for her I hope, Heaven
has preserv'd me.
And hush my Danger in the Arms of Love.
[Exit.
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