First you shall torture him (as hee did you,
And justice wils) and then pay I my vow.
Here, take this ponyard.
Mont. Sinke earth, open heaven,
And let fall vengeance!
Tam. Come sir, good sir, hold him.
Mont. O shame of women, whither art thou fled!55
Cler. Why (good my lord) is it a greater shame
For her then you? come, I will be the bands
You us'd to her, prophaning her faire hands.