Aub. Hell look to him,
For if there may be a Devil above all, yet
That Rogue will make him; keep you up this night,
And so will I, for much I fear a danger.
Bald. I will, and in my watches use my prayers. [Exeunt.
[Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.]
Enter Sophia, Otto, Matillda, Edith.
Ot. You wonder Madam, that for all the shews
My Brother Rollo makes of hearty love
And free possession of the Dukedom 'twixt us;
I notwithstanding should stand still suspicious,
As if beneath those veils, he did convey
Intents and practices of hate, and treason?
So[p]. It breeds indeed my wonder.
Ot. Which makes mine,
Since it is so safe and broad a beaten way,
Beneath the name of friendship to betray.
Sop. Though in remote and further off affections,
These falsehoods are so common, yet in him
They cannot so force nature.
Ot. The more near
The bands of truth bind, the more oft they sever,
Being better cloaks to cover falsehood over.