hat law in their wounds yet unobserv'd,
And ever shall.
_Mont._ Remember their deserts.
_Tam._ Those with faire warnings might have beene reform'd,
Not these unmanly rages. You have heard
The fiction of the north winde and the sunne, 80
Both working on a traveller, and contending
Which had most power to take his cloake from him:
Which when the winde attempted, hee roar'd out
Outragious blasts at him to force it off,
That wrapt it closer on: when the calme sunne 85
(The winde once leaving) charg'd him with still beames,
Quiet and fervent, and therein was constant,
Which made him cast off both his cloake and coate;
Like whom should men doe. If yee wish your wives
Should leave dislik'd things, seeke it not with rage, 90
For that enrages; what yee give, yee have:
But use calme warnings, and kinde manly meanes,
And that in wives most prostitute will winne
Not onely sure amends, but make us wives
Better then those that ne'er led faultie lives. 95
_Enter a Souldier._
_Soldier._ My lord.
_Mont._ How now; would any speake with me?
_Sold._ I, sir.
_Mont._ Perverse, and traiterous miscreant!
Where are your other fellowes of my guard?
Have I not told you I will speake with none
But Lord Renel?
_Sold._ And it is hee that stayes you. 100
_Mont._ O, is it he? Tis well: attend him in. [_Exit Soldier._]
I must be vigilant; the Furies haunt mee.
Doe you heare, dame?
_Enter Renel, with the Souldier._
_Renel [aside, to the Soldier]._ Be true now, for your ladies
injur'd sake,
Whose bountie you have so much cause to honour: 105
For her respect is chiefe in this designe,
And therefore serve it; call out of the way
All your confederate fellowes of his guard,
Till Monsieur Baligny be enter'd here.
_Sold._ Upon your honour, my lord shall be free 110
From any hurt, you say?
_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
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