_Spin._ Let us all draw our swords, and search the house, Pull him from the dark hole where he sits brooding O'er his cold fears, and each man kill his share of him. _Pier._ Who talks of killing? Who's he'll shed the blood That's dear to me? Is't you? or you? or you, sir? What, not one speak? how you stand gaping all On your grave oracle, your wooden god there! Yet not a word. Then, sir--[_To_ RENAULT]--I'll tell you a secret;-- Suspicion's but at best a coward's virtue! _Ren._ A coward! [_Handles his sword._ _Pier._ Put, put up thy sword, old man, Thy hand shakes at it. Come, let's heal this breach, I am too hot; we yet may all live friends. _Spin._ Till we are safe, our friendship cannot be so. _Pier._ Again? who's that? _Spin._ 'Twas I. _Theo._ And I. _Rev._ And I. _Eliot._ And all. _Ren._ Who are on my side? _Spin._ Every honest sword. Let's die like men, and not be sold like slaves. _Pier._ One such word more, by Heaven, I'll to the Senate, And hang ye all like dogs in clusters. Why peep your coward swords half out their shells? Why do you not all brandish them like mine? You fear to die, and yet dare talk of killing! _Ren._ Go to the Senate and betray us; hasten, Secure thy wretched life; we fear to die Less than thou darest be honest. _Pier._ That's rank falsehood. Fear'st not thou death? fie! there's a knavish itch In that salt blood, an utter foe to smarting. Had Jaffier's wife proved kind, he had still been true. Faugh! how that stinks! Thou die! thou kill my friend! or thou, or thou; Or thou, with that lean, withered, wretched face! Away! disperse all to your several charges, And meet to-morrow where your honour calls you; I'll bring that man whose blood you so much thirst for, And you shall see him venture for you fairly. Hence, hence, I say. [_Exit_ RENAULT _angrily_. _Spin._ I fear we've been to blame, And done too much. _Theo._ 'Twas too far urged against the man you loved. _Rev._ Here, take our swords, and crush them with your feet. _Spin._ Forgive us, gallant friend. _Pier._ Nay, now you've found The way to melt and cast me as you will. I'll fetch this friend, and give him to your mercy: Nay, he shall die, if you will take him from me; For your repose, I'll quit my heart's jewel; But would not have him torn away by villains And spiteful villany. _Spin._ No; may you both For ever live, and fill the world with fame!