La-p. —— What art thou?
Mont. An honest man, though poor;
And look they like to monsters, are they so rare?
Lav. Rose from the dead.
Mal. Do you hear Monsieur Serviture, didst thou never hear of one Montague, a prodigal gull, that lives about Paris?
Mont. So Sir.
Lav. One that after the loss of his main estate in a Lawsute, bought an Office in the Court.
La-p. And should have Letters of Mart, to have the Spanish treasure as it came from the Indies; were not thou and he twins? put off thy Hat, let me see thy Fore-head.
Mont. Though you take priviledge to use your tongue,
I pray you hold your fingers,
'Twas your base cozenag[e] made me as I am:
And were you somewhere else, I would take off
This proud film from your eyes, that will not let you,
Know I am Montague.
Enter Lamira behind the Arras.
Lam. I will observe this better.