Fran. Ye have spun your self a fair thread now.
Fred. Stand still, John.
Fran. What cause had you to fly? what fear possest ye?
Were you not safely lodg'd from all suspicion?
Us'd with all gentle means? did any know
How ye came thither, or what your sin was.
Fred. John,
I smell some juggling, John.
John. Yes, Frederick, I fear it will be found so.
Fran. So strangely,
Without the counsel of your friends; so desperately
To put all dangers on ye?
Fred. 'Tis she.
Fran. So deceitfully,
After a strangers lure!
John. Did ye mark that, Frederick?
Fran. To make ye appear more monster; and the Law
More cruel to reward ye? to leave all,
All that should be your safegard, to seek evils?
Was this your wisdom? this your promise? well,
He that incited ye—