Mir. Thou liest; thou liest Mountferrat: thou liest basely.
Stare not, nor swell not with thy pride: thou liest;
And this shall make it good.
Mount. Out with your heat first,
Ye shall be fought withal.
Mr. By —— that Lady,
The virtue of that woman, were all the good deeds
Of all thy families, bound in one Fagot,
From Adam to this hour, but with one sparkle
Would fire that wispe, and turn it to light ashes.
Mount. Oh pitiful young man, struck blind with beauty!
Shot with a womans smile: poor, poor Miranda;
Thou hopeful young man once; but now thou lost man:
Thou naked man of all that we call Noble,
How art thou cozen'd! didst thou know what I do,
And how far thy dear honor (mark me fool)
Which like a father I have kept from blasting,
Thy tender honor is abus'd: but fight first,
And then too late, thou shalt know all.
Mir. Thou liest, still.
Mount. Stay, now I'll shew thee all, and then I'll kill thee.
I love thee so dear, time shall not disgrace thee.
Read that.
Mir. It is her hand: it is most certain;
Good Angels keep me: that I should be her Agent
To betray Maltha, and bring her to the Basha,
That on my tender love lay all her project!
Eyes never see again, melt out for sorrow,
Did the Devil do this?
Mount. No, but his Dam did it,
The virtuous Lady that you love so dearly;
Come, will ye fight again?
Mir. No, prethee kill me:
For Heaven sake, and for goodness sake dispatch me,
For the disgrace sake that I gave thee, kill me.
Mount. Why, are ye guilty?