_Ger._ I find the truth so great, I wish you may
Live long and happy to possess that place;
Yet I'le confess I did not lose my fears,
Till my dear Friend was pleas'd to use my Sword,
As Second, in the Quarrel with your Kinsman,
The Unfortunate _Don Lewis_; and I protest
Such Joy I met to be employ'd by him,
That I ne're sought to know what caus'd the quarrel.

_Cæl._ My Lord, I beg your pardon,
I have some little bus'ness in my Closet
Which forces me retire.

_Ger._ Your Lady looks as if she were displeas'd.

_Anto._ That Kinsman whom I slew is never nam'd,
But if she hears it she avoids the place.

_Ger._ I'm troubled much to be th' occasion now.

_Anto._ No matter, Friend, she only knows the cause,
Why from such Friendship we grew Enemies,
And there is reason why she should be griev'd.

_Ger._ That sudden and so secret Quarrel
Did much amaze all _Naples_;
And I (as Actor in it) often have been prest
To tell the cause, which yet I never could.

_Anto._ No, Friend, nor never must: