_Man_. Then that revenge, I meant on Rodorick,
I'll take on you. [_Draws_.
_Gons_.--I draw with such regret,
As merchants throw their wealth into the sea,
To save their sinking vessels from a wreck.
_Man_. I find I cannot lift my hand against thee:
Do what thou wilt; but let not me behold it.
[_Goes off a little way_.
I'll cut this gordian knot I cannot loose:
To keep his promise, Rodorick shall have her,
But I'll return and rescue her by force;
Then giving back what he so frankly gave,
At once my honour and his love I'll save.
[_Exit MANUEL_.
_Enter RODORICK_.
_Rod_. How! Julia brought by him?--Who sent
for me?
_Gons_. 'Twas I.
_Rod_. I know your business then; 'tis fighting.
_Gons_. You're mistaken; 'tis something that I
fear.
_Rod_. What is't?
_Gons_. Why,--'twill not out: Here, take her;
And deserve her: but no thanks;
For fear I should consider what I give,
And call it back.--
_Jul_. O my dear Rodorick!
_Gons_. O cruel Julia!
For pity shew not all your joy before me;
Stifle some part of it one minute longer,
'Till I am dead.
_Jul_. My Rodorick shall know,
He owes his Julia to you; thank him, love;
In faith I take it ill you are so slow.
_Rod_. You know he has forbid me; and, beside,
He'll take it better from your mouth than mine;
All that you do must needs be pleasing to him.
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