GUS. I cannot have a bad,
Meeting so fair an omen as yourself.
TAC. Shall I? will't prove? ha! well, 'tis best to venture.
[TACTUS puts on the robes.
GUS. Saw you not Tactus? I should speak with him.
TAC. Perchance so; a sudden lie hath best luck.
VIS. That face is his, or else mine eye's deceiv'd.
Why, how now, Tactus! what, so gorgeous?
GUS. Where didst thou get these fair habiliments?
TAC. Stand back, I charge you, as you love your lives;
By Styx, the first that toucheth me shall die.
VIS. I can discern no weapons. Will he kill us?
TAC. Kill you? not I, but come not near me,
You had best.
VIS. Why, art thou mad?