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Perhaps some little time will bring him in. He was taken boiling in his choler, Sir, And a stout heart will hardly yield to reason, In the first motion of its rage and heat. Here's no man, that not thinks he is to blame, But yet so high a spirit is not brought At first so easily to confess his fault. I obey Sir, and am silent, but with favour, A word in his defence. Sir, that a soul accustomed to great actions, Cannot abase it self to low submissions. It knows not how to do it without shame, And that's the word which troubles most the Count. He finds it somewhat hard to do his duty. He would obey if he had less of courage; If you'd command, that he being used to arms, Should with his sword repair this injury, I'll undertake he shall make satisfaction. I Madame, never think of any other But bloody sacrifices: your anger's just And your grief lawful, for my partly Madame I'll neither go about to pacify Or comfort you; but if my present service Can be of use to you; employ my Sword To cut out your revenge; from your commands My heart takes courage, and my arm its strength. Madame accept my service. But you know, justice Is so slow paced and languishing, that seldom It overtakes the crime; the wrong was done By sword, then let a Cavalier revenge it By the sword again: It is the readiest way. An't please your Majesty to let the lists Be opened, I shall be the undertaker; Madam, you know your promise, I beseech you Let me obtain the grace to be your Champion. AT your feet, Madame, I present this sword. Hear me with better temper. It's a strange passion will not give me hearing. Sir, not by me, but by her too much heat She was deceived: For had she given me leave; I should have told her, that her noble Lover, When he disarmed me, bade me banish fear, For that (said he) I'de rather leave the conquest Uncertain, than I'de spill a drop of blood That's ventured for Cimena, but since I Am by my duty called to attend the King, Ooe you and entertain her in my stead, And at her feet offer your life and sword. Which when I came to do, the sword deceived her, With which seeing me return, she thought that I Had been the Victor. Presently her anger Betrayed her love, with such impatience That I had not a minutes audience. For my partly though I am a vanquished man, And though the interest of my love be great Yet I repute my self in this my lose To be a gainer, loving my distress Which brings so fair a flame, so good success. It is the only happiness I wish, So having Hope's to see't, I take my leave.