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Enter Clerimont.J think J shook him and the house too; how the stallion
ambled before me? he hath not us'd his legs so much this
7 years; J've stird his blood more then his Phisick or his
wench could; how he followed his staff to the ground, as if
his soule had bin in it. Well, J'le to Sebastian
As he is going out Antonio enters & spies him & draws his sword.
Ant:
Turn villaine or thy soule goes out the ignoble way.
Cler:
How's this?
Ant:
Draw and that streight
My wrath's too just to spend it self in words,
Thou art not in my Cœlia's chamber now,
And besides that there is no sanctuary.
Cler:
J will not draw; J haue no quarrell to you, nor haue
J injur'd you.
Ant:
Not injur'd me!
Hadst thou a father, mother, sister, nay
Hecatombs of kindred would not satisfye;
My wrath is like thy tongue that knows no bound.
Not injur'd me! draw, or unfenc't J'le kill thee.
And rather heap law and dishonour on my self
Then thou shouldst scape the justice of my sword.
S' life this is short warning to leaue the world J am
not yet provided for heaven, nor know not when J shall.
Ant:
Are you jeasting? J'le send you grinning thither.
(makes at him)
Cler:
J'le fight. [draws)
But know fond youth, there sits upon thy sword
Too weak a cause, an old man strives in thee,
Jn me a lusty lover.
Ant:
Cœlia guard me,
And arme with a strength as great as my loue.
Cler:
One word, but one word more, dost thou loue Cœlia?
Ant.
Witnesse that thrust; guard thee, i'le follow it
Cler:
Doe and kill thy brother, nay follow it
Doe my good Romulus. (undisguises himself)
Ant:
Brother! that name hath a thousand deaths in't.
Cle:
My father hath a couple of as good soons as a father
would desire to hang; J begin to loue him highly now, he'le
proue as fine a torment to him as my self; when will he down
on his knees and ask me pardon? hark Brother J look to be
thank'd (but not with your sword) for the service J haue
done you.
Ant.
What thanks thou canst expect from dead men, take,
such hast thou made me.
Cler:
This is a fine trick, he thinks he hath wounded me,
and for my satisfaction would haue me doe as much for him.
Ant:
Or if thou think'st J am not kild enough
Fulfill the Tyrant, prethee do't againe,
And make thy sword as bloody as thy tongue.
Cle:
O J smell him now, he takes me for his rivall.
Ant:
Oh what malignant Stars are ours, that damne
Our blood to such inauspicable loue
No lesse then paricide.
Cler:
Hear me Brother!
Ant:
Wert thou not Brother J could hear thee gladly,
Be any thi«ng but» that, my antipathy,
Or whatso'ere my nature worse abhors,
Thy neernesse makes the separation
And unitie divides us.
Cler:
This suspition
Shall joyn us, closer then ever joyn us:
J swear by the religion of our blood,
And what's aboue thy soul, fair Cœlia.
J haue not lookt on her with captiue eyes.
Ant:
Not loue her? ther's naught else impossible,
Nothing aboue thought or aboue faith but that;
Thou shouldst haue said thou lou'st her more then health,
Thy countrey, parents, king; no oracle
Could be more true then that, or more belou'd;
But now J know you'r false, not loue her?
Cler:
Why thou infidell, J'le giue thee a sufficient reason
for it, how should J loue her that n'ere lou'd any yet, but
lust after all; J cannot confine my self to 1, 2, or 3, J must
shift smocks as oft as shirts, and that's twice a week.
Ant:
And yet you said upon that sword there sat a lusty
louer.
Cler:
Tis true, my old friend Sebastian is thy rivall; J am
of his faction, which made me reckon up a few inconveniences
of my fathers to your Lady.
Ant:
For ought J see my hopes stand full as faire
And though J am the latest Sutor, yet
J find not any one before me in her loue.
She doth dispence with such equalities
That justice cannot deal to ev'ry one
More pleasing favours.
Cler:
So they all say, they hang on her just like Leeches,
not drop off till they are full of comfortable hopes. Well
Brother, and Friend, we are pretty well divided now, how we
shall come together no man knows,
Say there's a cloven calvs head without braine.
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