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[Scene III.

The Rebels' Camp near Mora.]
Enter Memnor and Clatus.
Mem.
The cause of yor dispute you may decline,
'Tis enough hee's yor foe to make him mine;
But will hee sure bee heere to morrow night?

Clat.
As sure as that next day I'le with him fight.
Butt I'le relate our Quarrell in one word,
That you may see 'tis worthy of yor sword.
After some strife 'twixt Lucidor and I,
Whose Coulers in the Feild should formost flye—

Mem.
Hold, Clatus, pray! for if yor Quarrell bee
Well grounded, you're the lesse oblig'd to mee;
And if an unjust Quarrell you pursue,
Then I am much the less oblig'd to you.
The story cannott more my friendshippe binde,
And you by telling itt may change my minde.

Clat.
How I mistooke! in mee some feares itt bred,
Since Lucidor yor sister is to wedd,
You wou'd nott butt with difficulty bee
Engag'd to serve as second now to mee.

Mem.
If, my good friend, yor Quarrell should bee found
Built, as yor feares, on a mistaken ground,
Lett's mend it by good fighting, which has ty'd,
Often ere now, successe to the wrong side.
But that I may be better understood,
Knowe freindshipp is a greater tye than blood.
A sister is a name must not contend
With the more high and sacred name of freind.
That but to mee my mothers word makes knowne,
But I, for this, need but to take my owne.
Come! name the time and place. I long to try,
By vallour's doome, whose Collours first shall fly.

Clat.
The place shall be betwixt the Grove and Cell
Where the late pious Anchorite did dwell.
The time, my Memnor, I desire might bee
As soone as wee can our swords length but see.

Mem.
Spoke like one fitt to fight with Lucidor,
For honour should be won at every houre,
And hee must sure deserve her favours best
Who does solicite them the earliest.
Bee sure that too much sleepe thou dost not take.

Clat.
That Complement shall make mee earlier wake.

[Exeunt.