To the most worthy of the race of men. Dyes. Exeunt.
[Scæna quinta.
A Room in Montsurry's House.]
Enter Monts[urry] and Tamyra.
Montsurry. Who have you let into my house?
Tamyra. I? none.
Mont. Tis false; I savour the rancke bloud of foes
In every corner.