_Orl._ Was this your Art to make these Actors come, To make this interlude? withdraw, cold man, And if thy spirit be not frozen up, Give me one stroke yet at thee for my vengeance. _Ami._ Thou shalt have strokes, and strokes, thou glorious man, Till thou breath'st thinner air than that thou talkest. _Lam._ My Lord, Count _Amiens_. _Lady._ Princely Husband. _Orl._ Whore. [_Lam._] You wrong her impudent Lord; oh that I had the bulk Of those dull men; look how they stand, and no man Will revenge an innocent Lady. _Ami._ You hinder it Madam. _Lam._ I would hinder you; is there none else to kill him? _Lady._ Kill him, Madam? have you learn'd that bad language? oh repent, And be the motive, rather both kill me. _Orl._ Then d[i]e my infamy. _Mont._ Hold bloody man. _Orl._ Art thou there Basilisk? _Mont._ To strike thee dead, but that thy fate deserves some weightier hand. _Dub._ Sweet my Lord. _Orl._ Oh here's a plot; you bring your champions with you; the adultress with the adulterer: Out howling-- _Dub._ Good my Lord. _Orl._ Are you her Graces countenancer, Lady, the receiver to the poor vicious couple. _Dub._ Sweet my Lord. _Orl._ Sweet rascal, didst not tho[u] tell me, false fellow, This _Montague_ here was murdered? _Dub._ I did so; but he was falser, and a worthless Lord, Like thy foul self that would have had it so. _Long. Orleance_ 'tis true, and shall be prov'd upon thee. _Mont._ Thy malice Duke, and this thy wicked nature, are all as visible as thou; but I born to contemn thy injuries, do know, that though thy greatness may corrupt a Jury, and make a Judge afraid, and carry out a world of evils with thy Title: yet thou art not quiet at home, thou bearest about thee that, that doth charge thee, and condemn thee too. The thing that grieves me more, and doth indeed displease me, is, to think that so much baseness stands here to have encountred so much honor: Pardon me my Lord, what late my passion spake, when you provok'd my innocence. _Orl._ Yes, do, oh! flattery becomes him better than the suit he wears; give him a new one, _Amiens_. _Ami. Orleance_, 'tis here no time nor place, to jest or rail Poorly with you, but I will find a time to Whisper you forth to this, or some fit place, As shall not hold a second interruption. _Mont._ I hope your Lordships honor, and your life Are destined unto higher hazards; this is of A meaner arm. _Dub._ Yes faith, or none. _Long._ He is not fit to fall by an honest Sword, A Prince and lye! _Dub._ And slander, and hire men To publish the false rumours he hath made. _Long._ And stick 'em on his friends, and innocents. _Dub._ And practice against their lives after their fames.