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SCENE II.

An open space in the City. Alarums.
Montfort enters, and encounters Procida.
MONTFORT.
So old, and yet so rash! Then thy black blood
Must mingle with the stream thou hast let loose,
And that way seek thy hell.

PROCIDA.
I sought but thee!
Either the life or honour of my son
Thus I avenge!

(They fight. Procida totters; and as Montfort is about to strike him mortally, Loridan enters and intercepts him.)
LORIDAN.
Hold!

PROCIDA.
Loridan!

LORIDAN.
Stand firm!
Foe to my father's life, defend thine own.

MONTFORT.
Guard thine! A traitor, and the friend of traitors,
I meet thee now, and death alone can part us.

[Exeunt, fighting.
PROCIDA.
Ha! Now he trifles not. They grapple now
Like stubborn foes and deadly! Must I faint
In such an hour, and for a sorry scratch?

Enter Salviati and another.
SALVIATI.
This way they went. How now! Is't Procida?

PROCIDA.
Ay.

SALVIATI.
Art thou hurt?

PROCIDA.
Not much. 'Tis here.
'Twill leave no scar worthy the day 'twill tell of.
So—the air freshens, and I breathe again.
Follow my son; our last hope is with him.
With Montfort he contends.

SALVIATI.
He will strive nobly.

PROCIDA.
See that he does.

SALVIATI.
You need assistance still.

PROCIDA.
Follow my son, I say!

SALVIATI.
And leave you thus
Weak and defenceless!

PROCIDA.
Nay, then, follow me.

[Exeunt.