Part 56

Ren. Free as my selfe. Watch then, and cleare his entrie.

Sold. I will not faile, my lord. Exit Souldier.

Ren. God save your lordship!

Mont. My noblest Lord Renel! past all men welcome! Wife, welcome his lordship. Osculatur.

Ren. [to Tam.] I much joy 115 In your returne here.

Tamy. You doe more then I.

Mont. Shee's passionate still, to thinke we ever parted By my too sterne injurious jelousie.

Ren. Tis well your lordship will confesse your errour In so good time yet.

Enter Baligny, with a challenge.

Mont. Death! who have wee here? 120 Ho! Guard! Villaines!

Baligny. Why exclaime you so?

Mont. Negligent trayters! Murther, murther, murther!

Bal. Y'are mad. Had mine entent beene so, like yours, It had beene done ere this.

Ren. Sir, your intent, And action too, was rude to enter thus. 125

Bal. Y'are a decaid lord to tell me of rudenesse, As much decaid in manners as in meanes.

Ren. You talke of manners, that thus rudely thrust Upon a man that's busie with his wife!

Bal. And kept your lordship then the dore?

Ren. The dore! 130

Mont. Sweet lord, forbeare. Show, show your purpose, sir, To move such bold feete into others roofes.

Bal. This is my purpose, sir; from Clermont D'Ambois I bring this challenge.

Mont. Challenge! Ile touch none.

Bal. Ile leave it here then.

Ren. Thou shall leave thy life first. 135

Mont. Murther, murther!

Ren. Retire, my lord; get off. They all fight and Bal drives in Mont[surry]. Hold, or thy death shall hold thee. Hence, my lord!

Bal. There lye the chalenge. Exit Mon[tsurry].

Ren. Was not this well handled?

Bal. Nobly, my lord. All thankes. Exit Bal.