Eust.  I come not to lay claim to your birth-right, ’tis your own, and ’tis fit you enjoy it; nor ask I from you your learning and deep knowledge; (though I am not a Scholar as you are) I know them Diamonds by your sole industry, patience and labour, forc’d from steep Rocks, and with much toil attended, and but to few that prize their value granted, and therefore without Rival freely wear them.

Char.  These not repin’d at (as you seem t’inform me) the motion must be of a strange condition, if I refuse to yield to’t; therefore, Eustace, without this tempest in your looks, propound it, and fear not a denial.

Eust.  I require then (as from an Enemy, and not a Brother) the reputation of a man, the honour, not by a fair War won when I was waking, but in my sleep of folly ravish’d from me; with these, the restitution of my Sword, with large acknowledgment of satisfaction, my Coach, my Horses; I will part with life, ere lose one hair of them; and, what concludes all, my Mistris Angellina, as she was before the musical Magick of thy tongue inchanted and seduc’d her.  These perform’d, and with submission, and done publickly, at my Father’s and my Uncle’s intercession, (that I put in too) I perhaps may listen to terms of reconcilement; but if these, in every circumstance, are not subscrib’d to, to the last gasp I defie thee.

Char.  These are strict conditions to a Brother.

Eust.  My rest is up, nor will I give less.

Char.  I’m no Gamester, Eustace, yet I can ghess your resolution stands to win or lose all; I rejoyce to find ye thus tender of your honour, and that at length you understand what a wretched thing you were, how deeply wounded by your self, and made almost incurable in your own hopes, the dead flesh of pale cowardise growing over your festred reputation, which no Balm or gentle Unguent could ever make way to; and I am happy that I was the Surgeon that did apply those burning corrosives, that render you already sensible o’th’ danger you were plung’d in, in teaching you, and by a fair gradation, how far, and with what curious respect and care the peace and credit of a man within, (which you ne’er thought till now) should be preferr’d before a gawdy outside; pray you fix here, for so far I go with you.

Eust.  This discourse is from the subject.

Char.  I’le come to it, Brother; but if you think to build upon my ruines, you’ll find a false foundation:  your high offers, taught by the Masters of dependencies, that by compounding differences ’tween others, supply their own necessities, with me will never carry’t:  as you are my Brother, I will dispense a little, but no more than honour can give way to; nor must I destroy that in my self I love in you; and therefore let not hopes or threats persuade you I will descend to any composition for which I may be censur’d.

Eust.  You shall fight then.