Al. Vit. Lu. Lam. We'll stay no longer.
Cla. Then by thy oath Vitelli,
Thy dreadfu[l] oath, thou wouldst return that Sword
When I should ask it, give it to me, now,
This instant I require it.
Gen. By thy vow,
As dreadful Lucio, to obey my will
In any one thing I would watch to challenge,
I charge thee not to strike a stroak: now he
Of our two brothers that loves perjury
Best, and dares first be damn'd, infringe his vow.
Say. Excellent Ladies.
Vit. Pish, you tyrannize.
Luc. We did equivocate.
Alv. On.
Cla. Then Lucio,
So well I love my husband, for he is so,
(Wanting but ceremony) that I pray
His vengeful sword may fall upon thy head
Succesfully for false-hood to his Sister.
Gen. I likewise pray (Vitelli) Lucio's sword
(Who equally is my husband as thou hers)
May find thy false heart, that durst gage thy faith,
And durst not keep it.
Assist. Are you men, or stone.