Back!

_Nembroni_.
What the devil!--Beggar!

[_Drawing his sword, and making a thrust at_ JULIAN, _which
he parries with his left arm, as, drawing his dagger, he
springs within_ NEMBRONI'S _guard_.]

_Julian (taking him by the throat_).
I have faced worse
storms than you.

[_They struggle_.]

Heart point and hilt strung on the line of force,

[_He stabs him_.]

Your ribs will not mail your heart!

[NEMBRONI _falls dead_. JULIAN _wipes his dagger on the
dead man's coat_.]

If men _will_ be devils,
They are better in hell than here.

[_Lightning flashes on the blade_.]