_Orl._ Go now, stay with the horses, and, do you hear? Upon your lives, till some of us come to you, Dare not to look this way. _Dub._ Except you see strangers or others that by chance or purpose are like to interrupt us. _Orl._ Then give warning. _Long._ Who takes a sword? the advantage is so small, As he that doubts, hath the free leave to choose. _Orl._ Come, give me any, and search me; 'tis not The ground, weapon, or seconds that can make Odds in those fatal trials: but the cause. _Ami._ Most true, and, but it is no time to wish When men are come to do, I would desire The cause 'twixt us were other than it is; But where the right is, there prevail our Swords. And if my Sister have out-liv'd her honor, I do not pray I may out-live her shame. _Orl._ Your Sister _Amiens_, is a whore, at once. _Ami._ You oft have spoke that sence to me before, But never in th[i]s language _Orleance_; And when you spoke it fair, and first, I told you That it was possible you might be abus'd: But now, since you forget your manners, you shall find, If I transgress my custom, you do lye, And are a villain, which I had rather yet My sword had prov'd, than I been forc'd to speak: Nay, give us leave, and since you stand so haughtily And highly on your cause, let you and I, Without engaging these two Gentlemen, singly determine it. _Long._ My Lord, you'll pardon us. _Dub._ I trust your Lordships may not do us that affront. _Ami._ As how? _Dub._ We kiss your Lordships hand, and come to serve you here with swords. _Long._ My Lord, we understand our selves. _Dub._ We have had the honor to be call'd unto the business, and we must not now quit it on terms. _Ami._ Not terms of reason? _Long._ No, no [r]eason for the quitting of our calling. _Dub._ True, if I be call'd to't I must ask no reason. _Long._ Nor hear none neither, which is less: It is a favour, if my throat be cut, Your Lordship does me; which I never can, [_A noise-within, crying down with your swords._ Nor must have hope how to requite: what noise? What cry is that my Lord upon your guard? So[me] treachery is a foot. _Enter Lady_ Orleans, Lamira, Montague. _Lady._ Oh here they are: My Lord (dear Lady help me) help me all; I have so woful interest in both, I know not which to fear for most: and yet I must prefer my Lord. Dear brother, You are too understanding, and too noble To be offended, when I know my duty, Though scarce my tears will let me so to do it. _Orl._ Out loathed strumpet. _Lady._ Oh my dearest Lord, If words could on me cast the name of whore, I then were worthy to be loath'd; but know, Your unkindness cannot make me wicked; And therefore should less use that power upon me.