There's a redoundance past their continent ever.140

These virtuosi are the poorest creatures;

For looke how spinners weave out of themselves

Webs, whose strange matter none before can see;

So these, out of an unseene good in vertue,

Make arguments of right and comfort in her,145

That clothe them like the poore web of a spinner.

Enter Clermont.

Clermont. Now, to my challenge. What's the place, the weapon?

Bal. Soft, sir! let first your challenge be received.