Part 77

Cler. Receive it freely.

Mont. What thinke y'a this now?

Cler. It is very noble, Had it beene free, at least, and of your selfe; 70 And thus wee see (where valour most doth vant) What tis to make a coward valiant.

Mont. Now I shall grace your conquest.

Cler. That you shall.

Mont. If you obtaine it.

Cler. True, sir, tis in fortune.

Mont. If you were not a D'Ambois, I would scarce 75 Change lives with you, I feele so great a change In my tall spirits breath'd, I thinke, with the breath A D'Ambois breathes here; and necessitie (With whose point now prickt on, and so whose helpe My hands may challenge) that doth all men conquer, 80 If shee except not you of all men onely, May change the case here.

Cler. True, as you are chang'd; Her power, in me urg'd, makes y'another man Then yet you ever were.

Mont. Well, I must on.

Cler. Your lordship must by all meanes.

Mont. Then at all. 85

Fights, and D'Ambois hurts him.

Charlotte. Death of my father, what a shame is this! Sticke in his hands thus! She gets downe.

Renel [trying to stop her]. Gentle sir, forbeare!

Countess. Is he not slaine yet?

Ren. No, madame, but hurt In divers parts of him.

Mont. Y'have given it me, And yet I feele life for another vennie. 90

Enter Charlotte [below].

Cler. What would you, sir?

Char. I would performe this combat.

Cler. Against which of us?

Char. I care not much if twere Against thy selfe; thy sister would have sham'd To have thy brothers wreake with any man In single combat sticke so in her fingers. 95

Cler. My sister! know you her?

Tam. I, sir, shee sent him With this kinde letter, to performe the wreake Of my deare servant.

Cler. Now, alas! good sir, Thinke you you could doe more?

Char. Alas! I doe; And wer't not I, fresh, sound, should charge a man 100 Weary and wounded, I would long ere this Have prov'd what I presume on.

Cler. Y'have a minde Like to my sister, but have patience now; If next charge speede not, Ile resigne to you.