Enter Montague having a Purse, Duboys, Longueville, and Voramer the Page, with two Caskets.
Dub. Here comes your adversarie's brother-in-law.
Long. The Lord of Amiens.
Dub. From the Hall I think.
Ami. I did so: save your Lordship.
Mount. That's a wish my Lord, as courteous to my present state,
As ever honest mind was thankful for;
For now my safety must expose it self
To question: yet to look for any free
Or hearty salutation (Sir) from you
Would be unreasonable in me.
Ami. Why?
Mont. Your Sister is my adversarie's wife;
That nearness needs must consequently draw
Your inclination to him.
Ami. I will grant
Him all the nearness his alliance claims,
And yet be nothing less impartial,
My Lord of Montague.