Hem! I like not this.
Friends beneath cloaks; they're wanted. Save you, sir?
III:3:24 ORAN.
And you, sir?
III:3:25 ALAR.
Not the first time we have met,
Or I've no eye for lurkers.
III:3:26 ORAN.
I have tasted
Our common heritage, the air, to-day;
And if the selfsame beam warmed both our bloods,
What then?
III:3:27 ALAR.
Why nothing; but the sun has set,
And honest men should seek their hearths.
III:3:28 ORAN.
I wait
My friends.
[The BRAVOs rush in, and assault COUNT ALARCOS, who,
dropping his Cloak, shows his Sword already drawn, and keeps them at bay.]
So, so! who plays with princes' blood?
No sport for varlets. Thus and thus, I'll teach ye
To know your station.
III:3:29 1ST BRAVO.
Ah!
III:3:30 2ND BRAVO.
Away!
III:3:31 3RD BRAVO.
Fly, fly!
III:3:32 4TH BRAVO.
No place for quiet men.
[The BRAVOs run off.]
III:3:33 ALAR.
A little breath
Is all they have cost me, tho' their blood has stained
My damask blade. And still the Moor! What ho!
Why fliest not like thy mates?
III:3:34 ORAN.
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