.

_Hau._ How, how, hast thou no other Weapon?

_Ant._ No, if I had, thou durst not have encounter'd me.

_Hau._ I scorn thy Words, and therefore there lies my Sword; and since
you dare me at my own Weapon, I tell you I am good at Snick-a-Sne as the
best _Don_ of you all--
[Draws a great Dutch Knife.

_Ant._ Can I endure this Affront?

_Glo._ The best way to make a Coward fight, is to leave him in
Danger-- Come, Lady--
[Goes out.

_Ant._ Thou base unmanner'd Fool, how darst thou offer at a Gentleman,
with so despis'd a thing as that?

_Hau._ Despis'd a thing? talk not so contemptibly of this Weapon, I say,
do not, but come on if you dare.

_Ant._ I can endure no longer--
[Flies at him, _Haunce _cuts his Face, and takes away, after
a-while, his Dagger.
Injustice! can such a Dog, and such a Weapon vanquish me?

_Hau._ Beg your Life; for I scorn to stain my Victory in Blood-- that I
learnt out of _Pharamond_.
[Aside.

_Ant._ He does not merit Life, that could not defend it against so poor
and base a thing as thou: Had but _Marcel_ left me my Sword--

_Hau._ O then I perceive you are us'd to be vanquish'd, and therefore I
scorn to kill thee; live, live.

_Ant._ How the Rascal triumphs over me!

_Hau._ And now, like a generous Enemy, I will conduct thee to my Tent,
and have thy Wounds drest-- That too I had out of _Pharamond_.
[Aside.

_Ant._ What if I take the offer of this Sot? so I may see _Hippolyta
again._ But I forget--
[Aside.

_Hau._ Will you accept my Offer?

_Ant._ For some Reasons I dare not venture into the Town.

_Hau._ My Lodging is at St. Peter's Gate, hard by; and on the Parole of
a Man of Prowess you shall be safe and free-- _Pharamond_ again.
[Aside.

_Ant._ I'll trust him, for worse I cannot be. [Aside.
Lead on, I'll follow, Sir--

_Hau._ Not so, for tho the Captive ought to follow the Victor, yet I'll
not trust my Enemy at my backside. Politicks too.--
[Aside.

_Ant._ You must command-- [Go out.

SCENE IV. _The Garden._

Enter _Silvio_ and _Francisca_.

_Silv._ Well, dear _Francisca_, will _Cleonte_ come, And all alone into
the Garden?

_Fran._ My Lord, she will; I have at last prevail'd, to what intent she
knows not; this is an Hour wherein you'll scarce be interrupted: The
amorous Entertainment you have prepar'd for her, will advance your
Design; such Objects heighten the Desire. Is all ready on your part?

_Silv