Long. At least no better.
Mont. Then th'art not inform'd
So well as I am; I can tell thee that
Will please thee, for when all else left my cause,
My very adversaries took my part.
Long. —Whosoever told you that, abused you.
Mont. Credit me, he took my part
When all forsook me.
Long. Took it from you.
Mont. Yes I mean so, and I think he had just cause
To take it, when the verdict gave it him.
Dub. His Spirit would ha' sunk him, e'r he could
Have carried an ill fortune of this weight so lightly.
Mont. Nothing is a misery, unless our weakness apprehend it so;
We cannot be more faithful to our selves
In any thing that's manly, than to make
Ill fortune as contemptible to us
As it makes us to others.
Enter Lawyers.
Long. Here come they
Whose very countenances will tell you how
Contemptible it is to others.