Mal. You are a merry man Sir, and I am glad you take your crosses so temperately; fare you well Sir, and yet I have something more to say to ye, a word in your ear I pray; to be plain with you I did lay this plot to arrest you to enjoy this money I have of yours, with the more safety. I am a fool to tel[l] you this now; but in good faith I could not keep it in. And the money wou'd a done me little good else. An honest Citizen cannot wholly enjoy his own wife for you, they grow old before they have true use of them, which is a lamentable thing, and truely much hardens the hearts of us Citizens against you: I can say no more, but am heartily sorry for your heaviness, and so I take my leave. [Exit Mallycorne.
1 Cred. Officers take hold on him again, for Mounsier Mallycorne will do nothing for him I perceive.
Enter Duboys, Lapoope, and Laverdine.
Dub. Nay come my masters, leave dancing of the old measures, and let's assault him bravely.
Lav. By no means; for it goes against my stomach to kill a man in an unjust quarrell.
La-p. It must needs be a clog to a mans conscience all his life time.
Lav. It must indeed Captain: besides doe ye not see he has gotten a guard of friends about him, as if he had some knowledge of our purpose?
Dub. Had he a guard of Devils, as I think them little better, my Sword should doe the message that it came for.
Lav. If you will be so desperate, the blood lie upon your own neck, for we'll not meddle in't.
Duboys runs upon Montague, and strugling yields him his Sword; the Officers draw, Laverdine and La-poope in the scuffling retire, Montague chaseth them off the Stage, himself wounded.