Magicians, good day: a word with one of you.
                              
RON
                              
And but one word with one of us? couple it with
                              
something; make it a word and a blow.
                              
BELLATRIX
                              
You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, 
                              
and you will give me occasion.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Could you not take some occasion without giving?
                              
BELLATRIX
                              
Hermione, thou consort'st with Harry,--
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Consort! what, dost thou make us a couple? 
                              
Thou make a scandal of us,?
                              
Look to here for nothing but discord
                              
We will not answer your call
                              
RON
                              
We talk here in the public haunt of men:
                              
Either withdraw unto some private place,
                              
And reason coldly of your grievances,
                              
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
                              
BELLATRIX
                              
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
                              
I will not budge for no one's pleasure, I....
                              


                              
Enter HARRY
                              


                              
BELLATRIX
                              
Well, peace be with you, witch: here comes my man.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
But you'll be surprised, sir, he wears his livery:
                              
Marriage he comes from and he'll be your supporter;
                              
Your call in that sense may call him 'man.'
                              
BELLATRIX
                              
Harry, the hate I bear thee I can stand
                              
There no better terms than this--thou art a villain.
                              
HARRY
                              
Bellatrix, the reason that I have to love thee
                              
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
                              
To such a greeting: villain am I none;
                              
Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
                              
BELLATRIX
                              
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
                              
That thou hast done me; 
                              
therefore turn and draw.
                              
HARRY
                              
I do protest, I never injured thee,
                              
But love thee better than thou canst devise,
                              
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
                              
And so, good kin of Malfoy--which name I tender
                              
As dearly as my own --be satisfied.
                              


                              
Hands Bellatrix his wand
                              


                              
RON