_Page_. 'Tis broke off.

_Dua_. The reason?

_Page_. This was one, they heard your Lordship
Was by the Ladies choice to lead the Dance,
And therefore they, too well assur'd how far
You would outshine 'em, gave it o're and said,
They would not serve for foiles to set you off.

_Dua_. They at their best are such, and ever shall be
Where I appear.

_Man_. Do you note his modesty?

_Dua_. But was there nothing else pretended?

_Page_. Yes,
Young Don _Alonzo_, the great Captains Nephew,
Stood on comparisons.

_Dua_. With whom?

_Page_. With you,
And openly profess'd that all precedence,
His birth and state consider'd, was due to him,
Nor were your Lordship to contend with one
So far above you.