ou,
Being one to onely one.

_Mont._ O bloudy strumpet!

_Cler._ With what bloud charge you her? it may be mine
As well as yours; there shall not any else 10
Enter or touch you: I conferre no guards,
Nor imitate the murtherous course you tooke,
But single here will have my former challenge
Now answer'd single; not a minute more
My brothers bloud shall stay for his revenge, 15
If I can act it; if not, mine shall adde
A double conquest to you, that alone
Put it to fortune now, and use no ods.
Storme not, nor beate your selfe thus gainst the dores,
Like to a savage vermine in a trap: 20
All dores are sure made, and you cannot scape
But by your valour.

_Mont._ No, no, come and kill mee.

_Cler._ If you will die so like a beast, you shall;
But when the spirit of a man may save you,
Doe not so shame man, and a Nobleman. 25

_Mont._ I doe not show this basenesse that I feare thee,
But to prevent and shame thy victory,
Which of one base is base, and so Ile die.

_Cler._ Here, then.

_Mont._ Stay, hold! One thought hath harden'd me,
_He starts up._
And since I must afford thee victorie, 30
It shall be great and brave, if one request
Thou wilt admit mee.

_Cler._ What's that?

_Mont._ Give me leave
To fetch and use the sword thy brother gave mee,
When he was bravely giving up his life.

_Cler._ No; Ile not fight against my brothers sword; 35
Not that I feare it, but since tis a tricke
For you to show your backe.

_Mont._ By all truth, no:
Take but my honourable othe, I will not.

_Cler._ Your honourable othe! Plaine truth no place has
Where othes are honourable.

_Tam._ Trust not his othe. 40
Hee will lie like a lapwing; when shee flyes
Farre from her sought nest, still "Here tis" shee cryes.

_Mont._ Out on thee, damme of divels! I will quite
Disgrace thy bravos conquest, die, not fight. _Lyes downe._

_Tam._ Out on my fortune, to wed such an abject! 45
Now is the peoples voyce the voyce of God;
Hee that to wound a woman vants so much,
As hee d