Is one to both. We shall hardly agree. Will you walk? AN. This choleric Biscayner takes me more than A wench. Sir, stay a while! the business that We go about, is not so trivial, but It may conveniently require The interchanging of a word, especially When we consider our discourses after death BA. Dispatch then! I'm in haste. AN. Do you conceive you have deriv'd this mettle To your daughter; and she, as far as her Part lies, can with another's help Derive it to a son? BA. Sir! you shall know my daughter wants no mettle. AN. Then you must know she shall not be restor❜d. BAL. Why not restor❜d? AN. May be, I've some occasion to marry her. ORCO. In my judgment, a satisfying reason. But not, sir, without my consent. AN. I'm partly of your mind, for, as I hear, Your consent may do well. BA. So are you, I hope. AN. Nay if we fall Y'are very rich. To good wishes, 'tis like we may agree. Enter ARGILO and GONSALVA. AN. Pray, gentlemen! can any here instruct Us where to find Don Orgemon, or Don Dorando? GON. Th'intelligence, if suddenly attain'd, May, by the use, procure a gen'ral thanks. BAL. Orgemon and Dorando! Why d'you ask So earnestly, and with such haste? AN. 'Tis I'm concern'd in your inquiry, gentle men; For now it seems it argues danger. ORCO. And I am concern'd too; what is the business? AN. 'Tis certain they are missing, and are gone By probable mistrust to fight. GON. Th' occasion of their qurrrel's partly known, And they were early seen both hors'd and arm'd. BAL. Whither did they ride? AN. Nay sir, that question is our business here. GON. We thought Don Orco and Androlio, b'ing Their friends, might guess, to what fit place Their anger would direct them. BA. Th' are gallant youths. I would not, for the treasure of Castile, have either's life endanger'd in AN. How can their danger, sir, In so particular a sense belong to you? My horse, my horse! I shall return, sir, in a short career, Take an accompt of my daughter, or call You out to this mad sport. [Exit. AN. I am inclin'd unto this reverend cavalier, Beyond all latitude of words, but if Don Orgemon is grown so much Impatient of slight things call'd injuries, His next hot bout must be with me. ORCO. Prithee! let's hasten to prevent this duel! My mistress to th' protection of this key, ORCO. Come, seniors! his stable will provide us all. [Exeunt. Enter CLARAMANTE and ORGEMON. CLA. Oh, my prophetic tears! why are thy looks So wild, so busily dispers'd, as if, In vain, thou sought'st for safety after guilt? ORGE. Why, Claramante, dost thou frown upon My triumphs, as, if now, I were less worth In victory than in my doubtful state Of fortune ere 'twas try'd; when it was possible I might be lessen'd and subdu'd? CLAR. Whom hast thou conquer'd, fatal Orgemon? That thou should'st wear those bloody stains with so Much pride, as if the world did newly owe Its freedom to thy valour's force. ORG. Mine enemy! one that advanc'd his love To ruin mine. Rivals for hearts are like Competitors for crowns; they will allow No equal, nor admit him living that CLA. Thy jealous honour is Most viciously and cruelly inclin'd. Couldst thou not think thy love was safe, without The ruin of Dorando, that preserv'd The life of Balthazar, did rescue mine; Gave rash Leonte leave to live, and thee Thy freedom, when thou wer't surpris'd and bound? ÖRG. These were indeed acts of renown, nor can My envy ere mislead my virtue, till It give them but a cheap esteem; I wish CLA. Alas! was love his crime? And love of me? I find thy heart was cast, Of rash low jealousies, hating That noble virtue in another, which Thou highly valued'st in thyself. ORG. This wisdom and compassion comes too late. Thy love, so I could call him back from those CLA. O, that some winged messenger Would quickly travel through the clouds, and fetch Me all my vows from Heaven! that so my faith, When disengaged, might give a needful liberty Unto my love. Why should it longer be confin'd To harbour in thy breast, since there 'twas entertain'd With such uncivil jealousy? ORG. I shall become a sad exemplar sacrifice T'instruct, and expiate the world, and die To cure the folly of succeeding lovers' doubts. CLA. Unfortunate Dorando! is the cold Dark grave all the reward my luckless stars Could pay thee for thy mercy to my brothers shewn, And kind protection of my life ? [Going out. ORG. Stay, Claramante! Stay! If thou Dost carry hence thy injur'd love, and leave Me unforgiven, oppress'd, and loaden with The weight of guilt, I will at once shake off This burden of mortality, and it. CLA. Although my sudden kindness may appear A sin, I cannot leave thee to The danger of such cruel thoughts. Take heed To take away the being of another, whom ORG. Is it thy pleasure I should live? And am I call'd to't by love, and may believe I have some little warrant to authorize hope? Enter BALTHAZAR. BAL. Where is Don Orgemon? Sister, I see, In fears and grief, you both have equal share, But I shall timely ease your suff'rings. Dorando wasted with his wounds, awhile Assum'd the cold aspect of death ; but, rub’d And chafed into his native heat, his strength And understanding are in same degree Of safety home return'd; nor are his wounds So plac'd, but that the surgeon may allow Them sudden hope of cure. ORG. Thou blessed messenger of life The forward usher unto good, and noble fame ! That brings thy doubtful country news of victory. CLA. If in thy last Encounter thou hadst lost much blood, I should So lately forfeited by jealousy? ORG. I yield, and humbly bow unto my fate! Yet since there's to confession some forgiveness due, |