Tam. That you may doe well;
It is the bloud you lately shed you smell.
Mont. Sdeath! the vault opens. The gulfe opens.
Tam. What vault? hold your sword. 5
Clermont ascends.
Clermont. No, let him use it.
Mont. Treason! murther! murther!
Cler. Exclaime not; tis in vaine, and base in you,
Being one to onely one.
Mont. O bloudy strumpet!