_ 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.
_Eust._ And if I follow not, a Cowards name
Be branded on my forehead. _Cha._ This Spirit makes you
A sharer in my fortunes. _Mir._ And in mine,
Of which (_Brisac_ once freed, and _Angellina_
Again in our possession) you shall know
My heart speakes in my tongue. _Eust._ I dare not doubt it, Sir.
_Exeunt._
_Actus V. Scaena II.
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