Lat. Prove both Sir, see the traytor.
Ot. He comes arm'd, see Mother, now your confidence.
Sop. What rage affects this monster?
Rol. Give me way or perish.
Sop. Make thy way viper, if thou thus affect it.
Ot. This is a treason like thee.
Rol. Let her go.
Sop. Embrace me, wear me as thy shield, my Son;
And through my breast let his rude weapon run,
To thy lives innocence.
Ot. Play not two parts,
Treacher and coward both; but yield a sword,
And let thy arming thee be odds enough
Against my naked bosom.