Rod.  Thou urgest me above my patience;
This minute of my life was not my own,
But hers, I love beyond it. [They draw, and fight.

Jul.  Help, help! none hear me! 
Heaven, I think, is deaf too: 
O Roderick!  O brother!

Enter GONSALVO, and HIPPOLITO.

Jul.  Whoe’er you are, if you have honour, part them! [MANUEL stumbles, and falls.

Gons.  Hold, sir, you are too cruel; he, that kills At such advantage, fears to fight again.

[Holds RODORICK.

Man.  Cavalier, I may live to thank you for this favour. [Rises.

Rod.  I will not quit you so.

Man.  I’ll breathe, and then—­

Jul.  Is there no way to save their lives?

Hip.  Run out of sight, If ’tis concerning you they quarrel.

[JULIA retires to a corner.

Hip.  Help, help, as you are cavaliers; the lady.  For whom you thus contend, is seized by some Night-robbing villains.

All.  Which way took they?

Hip.  ’Twas so dark I could not see distinctly.

Rod.  Let us divide; I this way. [Exit.

Gons.  Down yonder street I’ll take.

Man.  And I down that. [Exeunt severally.

Hip.  Now, madam, may we not lay by our fear?  They are all gone.

Jul.  Tis true; but we are here, Exposed to darkness, without guide or aid, But of ourselves.

Hip.  And of ourselves afraid.

Jul.  These dangers, while ’twas light, I could despise; Then I was bold, but watched by many eyes:  Ah! could not heaven for lovers find a way, That prying people still might sleep by day?

Enter ANGELINA.

Hip.  Methinks I’m certain I discover some.

Jul.  This was your speaking of them, made them come.

Hip.  There is but one, perhaps he may go by.

Ang.  Where had I courage for this bold disguise,
Which more my nature than my sex belies? 
Alas!  I am betrayed to darkness here;
Darkness, which virtue hates, and maids most fear: 
Silence and solitude dwell every where: 
Dogs cease to bark; the waves more faintly roar,
And roll themselves asleep upon the shore: 
No noise but what my footsteps make, and they
Sound dreadfully, and louder than by day: 
They double too, and every step I take
Sounds thick, methinks, and more than one could
make. 
Ha! who are these? 
I wished for company, and now I fear. 
Who are you, gentle people, that go there?

Jul.  His voice is soft as is the upper air,
Or dying lovers’ words:  O pity us. 
Ang.  O pity me! take freely as your own
My gold, my jewels; spare my life alone.

Hip.  Alas, he fears as much as we.