Your honour, having read it, to return it.
Enter Tamira, Pero.
Mont. Not I:—I pawne mine honour for a paper!
Mons. You must not buy it under. Exeunt Guise and Monsieur.
Mont. Keepe it then,
And keepe fire in your bosome!
Mont. You must make good the rest.
Tam. How fares my lord?