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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[igny] 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[igny]._

_Tamy._ Ile make him reade it.
_Exit Tamy[ra]._

_Ren._ This was a sleight well maskt. O what is man, 140
Unlesse he be a politician! _Exit._

_Finis Actus primi._

LINENOTES:

4 _honours_. Emended by Phelps; Q, humors.

_Enter Montsurry._ Emended by all editors; Q,
Monsieur.

28 _dry_. Emended by all editors; Q, dye.

52 _affections_. Q, affectons.

62 _Mont._ Emended here, and in the stag