Mont. Where all these have bin broken, they are kept
In doing their justice there with any shew
Of the like cruell cruelty: thine armes have lost130
Their priviledge in lust, and in their torture
Thus they must pay it. Stabs her.
Tam. O lord—
Mont. Till thou writ'st,
Ile write in wounds (my wrongs fit characters)
Thy right of sufferance. Write!