) [_Aside_.
_Hip_. I'll so revenge
That injury! (if my heart fails me not.)
_Amid_. Come, confess truly, for, I know, it fails you.
What would you give to avoid fighting now?
_Hip_. No, 'tis your heart that fails.
_Amid_. I scorn the danger;
Yet, what compassion on your youth might do,
I cannot tell; and, therefore, do not work
Upon my pity; for I feel already
My stout heart melts.
_Hip_. Oh! Are you thereabout?
Now I am sure you fear; and you shall fight.
_Amid_. I will not fight.
_Hip_. Confess, then, Angelina
Is not so fair as is Honoria.
_Amid_. I do confess; now are you satisfied?
_Hip_. There's more behind; confess her not so worthy
To be beloved, nor to possess Gonsalvo,
As fair Honoria is.
_Amid_. That's somewhat hard.
_Hip_. But you must do't, or die.
_Amid_. Well, life is sweet;
She's not so worthy: Now, let me be gone.
_Hip_. No, never to my master; swear to quit
His service, and no more to see his face.
_Amid_. I fain would save my life, but that, which you
Propose, is but another name to die.
I cannot live without my master's sight.
_Hip_. Then you must fight with me for him.
_Amid_. I would
Do any thing with you, but fighting for him.
_Hip_. Nothing but that will serve.
_Amid_.
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