Const. Is there no way,
I do beseech ye think yet, to divert
This certain danger?
Fred. 'Tis impossible;
Their Honours are engag'd.
Const. Then there must be murther,
Which, Gentlemen, I shall no sooner hear of,
Than make one in't: you may if you please, Sir,
Make all go less yet.
John. Lady, were't mine own Cause,
I could dispense; but loaden with my friends trust,
I must go on; though general massacres
As much I fear—
Const. Do ye hear, Sir; for Heavens pity
Let me request one love of you.
Fred. Yes, any thing.
Const. This Gentleman I find too resolute,
Too hot and fiery for the Cause; as ever
You did a vertuous deed, for honours sake
Go with him, and allay him; your fair temper
And noble disposition, like wish'd showrs,
May quench those eating fires, that would spoil all else.
I see in him destruction.
Fred. I will do it;
And 'tis a wise consideration,
To me a bounteous favour, hark ye, John;
I will go with ye.
John. No.
Fred. Indeed I will,
Ye go upon a hazard; no denial,
For as I live, I'll go.