Vit. I must first have vengeance!
I fain would know if you have your salvation
By patent, that you proceed thus.


Mont. Away with her,
Take her hence.


Vit. A rape! a rape!


Mont. How?


Vit. Yes, you have ravish'd justice;
Forc'd her to do your pleasure.


Mont. Fie, she 's mad----


Vit. Die with those pills in your most cursed maw,
Should bring you health! or while you sit o' th' bench,
Let your own spittle choke you!


Mont. She 's turned fury.