Takes my love any thing to heart he sayes?
Mont. Come, y'are a—
Tam. What, my lord?
Mont. The plague of Herod
Feast in his rotten entrailes!
Tam. Will you wreak
Your angers just cause given by him on me?140
Mont. By him?
Tam. By him, my lord. I have admir'd
You could all this time be at concord with him,