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_Page_. My Lord.

_Dua_. What saith the _Spanish_ Captain that I struck,
To my bold challenge?

_Page_. He refus'd to read it.

_Dua_. Why didst not leave it there?

_Page_. I did my Lord,
But to no purpose, for he seems more willing
To sit down with the wrongs, than to repair
His honour by the sword; he knows too well,
That from your Lordship nothing can be got
But more blows, and disgraces.

_Dua_. He's a wretch,
A miserable wretch, and all my fury
Is lost upon him; holds the Mask, appointed
I'th' honour of _Hippolyta_?

_Page_. 'Tis broke off.

_Dua_. The reason?

_Page_. This was one, they heard your Lordship
Was by the Ladies choice to lead the Dance,
And therefore they, too well assur'd how far
You would outshine 'em, gave it o're and said,
They would not serve for foiles to set you off.

_Dua_. They at their best are such, and ever shall be
Where I appear.

_Man_. Do you note his modesty?

_Dua_. But was there nothing else pretended?

_Page_. Yes,
Young Don _Alonzo_, the great Captains Nephew,
Stood on comparisons.

_Dua_. With whom?

_Page_. With you,
And openly profess'd that all precedence,
His birth and state consider'd, was due to him,
Nor were your Lordship to contend with one
So far above you.

_Dua_. I look down upon him
With such contempt and scorn, as on my slave,
He's a name only, and all good in him
He must derive from his great grandsires Ashes,
For had not their victorious acts bequeath'd
His titles to him, and wrote on his forehead,
This is a Lord, he had liv'd unobserv'd
By any man of mark, and died as one
Amongst the common route. Compare with me?
'Tis Gyant-like ambition; I know him,
And know my self, that man is truly noble,
And he may justly call that worth his own,
Which his deserts have purchas'd, I could wish
My birth were more obscure, my friends and kinsmen
Of lesser power, or that my provident Father
Had been like to that riotous Emperour
That chose his belly for his only heir;
For being of no family then, and poor
My vertues wheresoe'r I liv'd, should make
That kingdom my inheritance.

_Gui_. Strange self Love!

_Dua_. For if I studied the Countries Laws,
I should so easily sound all their depth,
And rise up such a wonder, that the pleaders,
That now are in most practice and esteem,
Should starve for want of Clients: if I travell'd,
Like wise _Ulysses_ to see men and manners,
I would return in act, more knowing, than
_Homer_ could fancy