DEBON.
The Ley.
CAMBER.
Nigh Leytonstone in Essex—called of old
By men thine elders Durolitum? There
Are hind and fawn couched close in one green lair?
Speak: hast thou not my faith in pawn, to hold
Fast as my brother’s heart this love, untold
And undivined of all men? must I swear
Twice—I, to thee?
DEBON.
But if thou set no snare,
Why shine thine eyes so sharp? I am overbold:
Sir, pardon me.
CAMBER.
My sword shall split thine heart
With pardon if thou palter with me.
DEBON.
Sir,
There is the place: but though thy brow be grim
As hell—I knew thee not the man thou art—
I will not bring thee to it.