Ver. For the love of [God].
Am. Thou hast advantage of me, cast away this buckler.
Mont. So he is Sir, for he lives
With one that is undone—avoyd us boy.
Ver. I'll first avoid my safety,
Your Rapier shall be button'd with my head, before it touch
my Master.
Am. Montague?
Mont. Sir.
Am. You know my sister?
Mont. Yes Sir.
Am. For a whore?
Mont. You lye, and shall lie lower if you dare abuse her honor.