And force my selfe a fortune, though my birth
And breeding doe deny it. Cha. Seek not Eustace,
By violence, what will be offerd to you
On easier composition; though I was not
Allied unto your weakness, you shall find me
A brother to your bravery of spirit,
And one that not compell’d to’t by your sword,
(Which I must never feare) will share it with you
In all but Angellina. Mir. Nobly said Charles,
And learne from my experience, you may heare reason
And never maime your fighting; for your credit
Which you think you have lost, spare, Charles, and swinge me,
And soundly; three or foure walking cloakes
That weare no swords to guard ’em, yet deserve it,
Thou art made up againe. Eust. All this is lip-salve.

Mir. It shall be Hearts-ease, Eustace, ere I’ve done;
As for thy fathers anger, now thou dar’st fight,
Nere feare’t, for I’ve the dowcets of his gravity
Fast in a string, I will so pinch and wring him,
That spight of his authority, thou shalt make
Thine owne conditions with him. Eust. Ile take leave
A little to consider. Cha. Here comes Andrew.

Mir. But without his Comical and learned face; What sad disaster, Andrew? And. You may read Sir, A Tragedy in my face. Mir. Art thou in earnest?

And. Yes, by my life Sir, and if now you help not,
And speedily, by force or by persuasion,
My good old Master (for now I pitie him) is
Ruin’d for ever. Cha. Ha, my father! And. He Sir.

Mir. By what meanes? speake. And. At the suit of Monsieur Lewis
His house is seiz’d upon, and he in person
Is under guard, (I saw it with these eyes Sir)
To be convey’d to Paris, and there sentenc’d.

Mir. Nay, then there is no jesting. Cha. Doe I live, And know my father injur’d? And. And what’s worse Sir, My Lady Angellina—­ Eust. What of her?

And. Shee’s carryed away too. Mir. How? And. While you were absent,
A crew of Monsieur Lewis friends and kinsmen
By force break in at th’ back part of the house,
And took her away by violence; faithful Andrew,
(As this can witness for him) did his best,
In her defence, but ’twould not doe. Mir. Away,
And see our horses sadled, ’tis no time
To talke, but doe:  Eustace, you now are offer’d
A spatious field, and in a pious war
To exercise you[r] valour, here’s a cause,
And such a one, in which to fall is honourable,
Your duty and reverence due to a fathers name
Commanding it; but these unnatural jarres
Arising betweene brothers (should you prosper)
Would shame your victorie. Eust. I would doe much Sir,
But still my reputation! Mir. Charles shall give you
All decent satisfaction; nay joyne hands,
And heartily; why this is done like brothers;
And old as I am, in this cause that concerns
The honour of our family, Monsieur Lewis
(If reason cannot work) shall find and feele
There’s hot blood in this arme, Ile lead you bravely.