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Bri. I have been told (would I had ne'er believ'd
Tax not thus
Oh! you all
The common one,
Bri. Have I a friend like this?
Behold him here. (Kneels.)
Think with what ardent longing I have lov'd;
Is thy friend,
True, he is my friend;
Bri. Unhand me, let me pass.
You mean it not.
* These lines were transferred to The Curfew.
Bri. (Breaks from him.) Villain, thou liest; my
burning cheek is red At thine ill-manner'd speeches, and mine eye, Had it the lightning's eloquence, should blast Thy arrogant presumption. - What, art mad ! Or drunk with wine, that here in mine own house . You thus abuse mine ears, and vent at will Your bacchanalian rudeness ? Doubt not, my lord, your unsuspicious friend, Your friend shall know from what most worthy motives You have espous'd his cause. What, crest fall’n! think, Think of your open honourable dealing; And whilst you feel how pitifully low, How much beneath th' opinion of itself Vice can debase the most exalted rank, Learn to revere the dignity of virtue.
[Exit BRIANTHE; MONTANO follows.
Scene, the Street.
Beggars his family and blasts at once
Enter Montano and VASQUEZ. Vasq. Think you she'll tell her husband ? Mont. No doubt, no doubt. Vasq.
Then it will end in blood. Mont. Yes, blood must flow, but whose blood ?
What means my lord ?
Vasq. Most earnestly.
Oh, Vasquez! there are deeds
· Go on, go on! Mont. Psha! or thy sense is dull, or thy will slow To execute. Have I not said enough? In the still hour of night, when justice sleeps, Vengeance from some dark ambush'd lurking place Might steal abroad his arm, as I do now,
(Drawing a dagger.) And stab securely. Art thou now my friend, And canst thou answer that ? Vasq.
- Speak out your purpose. Mont. Then briefly thus - this Valletort's my foe, And I would have him Vasq.
Yes, by thee. Vasq. Murder'd by me, oh, horrible! the thought Like thick besieging agues shakes me thro'.
Mont. Base palpitating villain !
Hear me first,
Hear thee, coward slave!