_Ren._ "Your brother absents himselfe of purpose." 80 _Cler._ That's a sound one. _Char._ That's a lye. _Ren._ "Get on your Scotch horse, and retire to your strength; you know where it is, and there it expects you. Beleeve this as your best 85 friend had sworne it. Fare-well if you will. Anonymos." What's that? _Cler._ Without a name. _Char._ And all his notice, too, without all truth. _Cler._ So I conceive it, sister: ile not wrong 90 My well knowne brother for Anonymos. _Char._ Some foole hath put this tricke on you, yet more T'uncover your defect of spirit and valour, First showne in lingring my deare brothers wreake. See what it is to give the envious world 95 Advantage to diminish eminent virtue. Send him a challenge. Take a noble course To wreake a murther, done so like a villaine. _Cler._ Shall we revenge a villanie with villanie. _Char._ Is it not equall? _Cler._ Shall wee equall be with villaines? 100 Is that your reason? _Char._ Cowardise evermore Flyes to the shield of reason. _Cler._ Nought that is Approv'd by reason can be cowardise. _Char._ Dispute, when you should fight! Wrong, wreaklesse sleeping, Makes men dye honorlesse; one borne, another 105 Leapes on our shoulders. _Cler._ Wee must wreake our wrongs So as wee take not more. _Char._ One wreakt in time Prevents all other. Then shines vertue most When time is found for facts; and found, not lost. _Cler._ No time occurres to Kings, much lesse to vertue; 110 Nor can we call it vertue that proceedes From vicious fury. I repent that ever (By any instigation in th'appearance My brothers spirit made, as I imagin'd) That e'er I yeelded to revenge his murther. 115 All worthy men should ever bring their bloud To beare all ill, not to be wreakt with good. Doe ill for no ill; never private cause Should take on it the part of publike lawes. _Char._ A D'Ambois beare in wrong so tame a spirit! 120 _Ren._ Madame, be sure there will be time enough For all the vengeance your great spirit can wish. The course yet taken is allow'd by all, Which being noble, and refus'd by th'Earle, Now makes him worthy of your worst advantage: 125 And I have cast a project with the Countesse To watch a time when all his wariest guards Shall not exempt him. Therefore give him breath; Sure death delaid is a redoubled death.