Volume Iv Part 87 (1/2)

_Jen._ But if he should kill you, Madam.

_Ran._ I'll take care to make it as comical a Duel as the best of 'em; as much in love as I am, I do not intend to die its Martyr.

Enter _Daring_ and _Fearless_.

_Fear._ Have you seen _Chrisante_ since the Fight?

_Dar._ Yes, but she is still the same, as nice and coy as Fortune when she's courted by the wretched; yet she denies me so obligingly, she keeps my Love still in its humble Calm.

_Ran._ Can you direct me, Sir, to one _Daring's_ Tent? [Sullenly.

_Dar._ One _Daring!_--he has another Epithet to his Name.

_Ran._ What's that, Rascal, or Coward?

_Dar._ Hah, which of thy Stars, young Man, has sent thee hither, to find that certain Fate they have decreed?

_Ran._ I know not what my Stars have decreed, but I shall be glad if they have ordain'd me to fight with _Daring_:--by thy concern thou shou'dst be he?

_Dar._ I am, prithee who art thou?

_Ran._ Thy Rival, though newly arrived from _England_, and came to marry fair _Chrisante_, whom thou hast ravish'd, for whom I hear another Lady dies.

_Dar._ Dies for me?

_Ran._ Therefore resign her fairly--or fight me fairly--

_Dar._ Come on, Sir--but hold--before I kill thee, prithee inform me who this dying Lady is?

_Ran._ Sir, I owe ye no Courtesy, and therefore will do you none by telling you--come, Sir, for _Chrisante_--draw.

[They offer to fight, _Fearless_ steps in.

_Fear._ Hold--what mad Frolick's this?--Sir, you fight for one you never saw [to _Ranter_.] and you for one that loves you not.

[To _Dar._

_Dar._ Perhaps she'll love him as little.

_Ran._ Gad, put it to the Trial, if you dare--if thou be'st generous, bring me to her, and whom she does neglect shall give the other place.

_Dar._ That's fair, put up thy Sword--I'll bring thee to her instantly.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. A Tent.

Enter _Chrisante_ and _Surelove_.

_Chris._ I'm not so much afflicted for my Confinement, as I am that I cannot hear of _Friendly_.

_Sure._ Art not persecuted with _Daring_?