Storme not, nor beate your selfe thus gainst the dores,
Like to a savage vermine in a trap:20
All dores are sure made, and you cannot scape
But by your valour.
Mont. No, no, come and kill mee.
Cler. If you will die so like a beast, you shall;
But when the spirit of a man may save you,
Doe not so shame man, and a Nobleman.[25]
Mont. I doe not show this basenesse that I feare thee,
But to prevent and shame thy victory,