ngle medals, only faces,
And wear our fortunes out in useless shadows,
Command you now, and ease me of that trouble,
I'le be as humble to you as a servant,
Bid whom you please, invite your noble friends,
They shall be welcome all, visit acquaintance,
Goe at your pleasure, now experience
Has link't you fast unto the chain of goodness:
What noise is this, what dismal cry?

[Clashing swords. A cry within, down with their swords.]

Margarita:

'Tis loud too.
Sure there's some mischief done i'th' street, look out there.

Leon:

Look out and help.

[Enter a _Servant_.]

Servant:

Oh Sir the Duke _Medina_.

Leon:

What of the Duke _Medina_?

Servant:

Oh sweet Gentleman, is almost slain.

Margarita:

Away away and help him, all the house help.
[Exit _Servant_.

Leon:

How slain? why Margarita,
Why wife, sure some new device they have a foot again,
225] Some trick upon my credit, I shall meet it,
I had rather guide a ship Imperial
Alone, and in a storm, than rule one woman.

[Enter Duke, _Margarita_, _Sanchio_, _Alonzo_, Servant.]

Margarita:

How came ye hurt Sir?

Duke of Medina:

I fell out with my friend the noble Coronel,
My cause was naught, for 'twas about your honour:
And he that wrongs the Innocent ne'r prospers,
And he has left me thus for charity,
Lend me a bed to ease my tortur'd body,
That e're I perish I may show my penitence,
I fear I am slain.

Leon:

Help Gentlemen to carry him,
There shall be nothing in this house my Lord,
But as your own.

Duke of Medina:

I thank ye noble Sir.

Leon:

To bed with him, and wife give your attendance.

[Enter _Juan_.]

Juan de Castro:

Doctors and Surgions.

Duke of Medina:

Do not disquiet me,
But let me take my leave in peace.

[Ex. Duke, _Sanchio_, _Alon._ _Marg._ Servant.

Leon:

Afore me
'Tis rarely counterfeited.

Juan de Castro:

True, it is so Sir,
And take you heed, this last blow do not spoil ye,
He is not hurt, only we made a scuffle,
As though we purpos'd anger; that same scratch
On's hand he took, to colour all and draw c