Enter a Souldier.
Soldier. My lord.
Mont. How now; would any speake with me?
Sold. I, sir.
Mont. Perverse, and traiterous miscreant!
Where are your other fellowes of my guard?
Have I not told you I will speake with none
But Lord Renel?
Sold. And it is hee that stayes you. [100]
Mont. O, is it he? Tis well: attend him in. [Exit Soldier.]