_Orl._ Every mothers son of all that multitude of hearers, went to be a witness of the misery your Sisters fortunes must have come to, if my adversary who did love her first, had been her Husband. _Ami._ The success may draw a testimony from them, to confirm the same opinion, but they went prepar'd with no such hope or purpose. _Orl._ And did you intreat the number of them, that are come with no such hope or purpose. _Ami._ Tush, your own experience of my heart can answer ye. _Orl._ This doubtful, makes me clearly understand your disposition. _Ami._ If your cause be just, I wish you a conclusion like your cause. _Orl._ I can have any common charity to such a Prayer From a friend I would expect a love to prosper in; Without exceptions such a love as might Make all my undertakings thankful to't; Precisely just is seldom faithful in our wishes To another mans desires: Farewel. [_Exit_ Orl. _Enter_ Montague _having a Purse_, Duboys, Longueville, _and_ Voramer _the Page, with two Caskets_. _Dub._ Here comes your adversarie's brother-in-law. _Long._ The Lord of _Amiens_. _Dub._ From the Hall I think. _Ami._ I did so: save your Lordship. _Mount._ That's a wish my Lord, as courteous to my present state, As ever honest mind was thankful for; For now my safety must expose it self To question: yet to look for any free Or hearty salutation (Sir) from you Would be unreasonable in me. _Ami._ Why? _Mont._ Your Sister is my adversarie's wife; That nearness needs must consequently draw Your inclination to him. _Ami._ I will grant Him all the nearness his alliance claims, And yet be nothing less impartial, My Lord of _Montague_. _Mont._ Lord of _Montague_ yet: But (Sir) how long the dignity or state Belonging to it will continue, stands Upon [t]he dangerous passage of this hour. Either for evermore to be confirm'd, Or like the time wherein 'twas pleaded, gone: Gone with it, never to be call'd again. _Ami._ Justice direct your process to the end; To both your persons my respect shall still Be equal; but the righteous cause is that Which bears my wishes to the side it holds, Where, ever may it prosper. [_Exit_ Amiens. _Mont._ Then my thanks Are proper to you, if a man may raise A confidence upon a lawful ground I have no reason to be once perplex'd With any doubtful motion, _Longue[v]ille_, That Lord of _Amiens_, (didst observe him?) has A worthy nature in him. _Long._ Either 'tis his nature or his cunning. _Mont._ That's the vizard of most mens actions, Whose dissembled lives Do carry only the similitude Of goodness on 'em: but for him Honest [b]ehaviour makes a true report, What disposition does inhabit him, Essential virtue.