_Amid_. I'll tear out thine.
_Hip_. I'll bite out hungry morsels
From those plump cheeks, but I will make them
thinner.
_Amid_. I'd beat thee to the blackness of a Moor.
But that the features of thy face are such,
Such damnable, invincible good features,
That as an Ethiop thou would'st still be loved.
_Hip_. I'll quite unbend that black bow o'er thine eyes;
I'll murder thee, and Julia shall have him,
Rather than thou.
_Amid_. I'll kill both thee and her,
Rather than any one but I shall have him.
_Hip_. Come on, thou witch.
_Amid_. Have at thy heart, thou Syren.
[_They draw and fight awkwardly, not coming near one another_.
_Amid_. I think I paid you there.
_Hip_. O stay a little,
And tell me in what corner of thy heart
Gonsalvo lies, that I may spare that place.
_Amid_. He lies in the last drop of all my blood,
And never will come out, but with my soul.
_Hip_. Come, come, we dally;
Would one of us were dead, no matter which!
[_They fight nearer_.
_Enter Don_ MANUEL.
_Man_. The pretty boys, that serve Gonsalvo, fighting!
I come in time to save the life of one.
[HIPPOLITO _gets_ AMIDEO _down in closing:
MANUEL takes away their swords_.
_Hip_. For goodness' sake, hinder not my revenge.
_Amid_.
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