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Enter Gomera, Mountferrat, Rocca, Abdella, with a Pistoll.
Gom.
Here's even ground, i'le stir no foot beyond it,
Before I have thy head.

Mount.
Draw Rocca.

Gom.
Coward,
Hath inward guilt, rob'd thee as well of courage
As honesty? that without oddes thou dar'st not
Answer a single Enemy?

Mount.
All advantage
That I can take, expect.

Roc.
We know you are valiant,
Nor doe we purpose to make further triall
Of what you can doe now: but to dispatch you.

Mount.
And therefore fight, and pray together.

Gom.
Villaines,
Whose basenesse, all disgracefull words made one,
Cannot expresse; so strong is the good cause
That seconds me, that you shall feele, with horrour
To your proud hopes, what strength is in that arme,
Though old, that holds a sword made sharp by justice.

Ab.
You come then here, to prate?

fight.
Mount.
Helpe Rocca, now,
Or I am lost for ever; how comes this?
Are villany, and weaknesse twynes?

Roc.
I am gone too.

Gom.
You shall not scape me, wretches,

Ab.
I must doe it,
All will goe wrong else.

shoots him
Gom.
Treacherous bloody woman,
What hast thou done?

Ab.
Done a poor womans part,
And in an instant, what these men so long
Stood fooling for.

Mount.
This aide was unexpected,
I kisse thee for't,

Roc.
His right armes onely shot,
And that compell'd him to forsake his sword,
He's else unwounded.

Mount.
Cut his throat.

Ab.
Forbeare.
Yet doe not hope 'tis with intent to save thee.
But that thou maist live to thy farther torment
To see who triumphes over thee: come Mountferrat,
Here joyne thy foot to mine, and let our hearts
Meet with our hands, the contract that is made
And cemented with blood, as this of ours is,
Is a more holy sanction, and much surer,
Then all the superstitious ceremonies
Enter Norandine.
You Christians use.

Roc.
Who's this?

Mount.
Betray'd againe?

Nor.
By the report it made, and by the wind
The Pistoll was discharged here.

Gom.
Norandine,
As ever thou lov'st valour, or wear'st Armes
To punish basenesse, shew it.

Nor.
O the devill,
Gomera wounded, and my Brache black beauty
An actor in it?

Ab.
If thou strik'st, i'le shoot thee.

Nor.
How? fright me with your Pot-gun? what art thou?
Good heaven, the Rogue, the traytor rogue Mountferrat
To swinge the neast of you, is a sport unlook'd for,
Hels—consume you.

Mount.
As thou art a man;
I am wounded, give me time to answer thee.

Go.
Durst thou urge this? this hand can hold a sword yet.

Nor.
Well done: to see this villaine, makes my hurts
Bleed fresh againe, but had I not a bone whole,
In such a cause I should doe thus, thus Rascals.

Enter Corporall and watch.
Cor.
Disarme them, and shoot any that resists.

Gom.
Hold Corporall; I am Gomera,

Nor.
'Tis well yet, that once in an age you can
Remember what you watch for: I had thought
You had again been making out your parties
For sucking piggs.
'Tis well:

Nor.
As you will answer
The contrary with your lives, see these forth coming.

Cor.
That we shall doe.

Nor.
You bleed a pace: good Souldiers
Goe helpe him to a Surgeon,

Roc.
Dare the worst,
And suffer like your selfe.

Ab.
From me learne courage.

Nor.
Now for Miranda, this newes will be to him
As welcome, as 'tis unexpected: Corporall,
There's something for thy care to night: my horse there.

Exeunt.