Per. Aumerle, thou lye'st: his Honor is as true
In this Appeale, as thou art all vniust:
And that thou art so, there I throw my Gage
To proue it on thee, to th' extreamest point
Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'st
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele,
Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe
Surrey. My Lord Fitzwater:
I do remember well, the very time
Aumerle, and you did talke
Fitz. My Lord,
'Tis very true: You were in presence then,
And you can witnesse with me, this is true
Surrey. As false, by heauen,
As Heauen it selfe is true