Otavio. Our wounds are those of honour;
Thy people did offend a daughter of our house.
Roselo. Tell me, Otavio, how these ills fell out?
Otavio (to his followers). They shall die, these proud Monteses.
Roselo. Consider, let us speak apart,
Can justice no amendment make?
Otavio. Let all stand back, and thou and I
Will make amends for all this hate.
Roselo. I have a father here, come let us seek
His counsel, for me, perchance, 'tis love mispent;
For well I know, I hated am of all
Castelvin's house.
Otavio. What care we for thy hate, or hope we from thy love?
Roselo. And yet thou know'st, Otavio, 'tis thy love I crave.
Otavio. Coward!
Roselo. Otavio, stay; remember thou that I
Do guard mine honour, as I would
That thou should'st guard thine own;
Unseemly words—
Otavio. Was't well that one of Montes' house
Should dare displace the seat
Once set for daughter of Castelvin?
Roselo. Sure this may satisfaction seek,
And honour be avenged.
Arnaldo. 'Twas none that Montes' livery wore.
Teobaldo. Of what house then were they?
Arnaldo. Of Andrea's.
Roselo. Come, put up your swords
And let us enter now, and I
