Vir. For his safety
I rather fear; and as a pageant to
Usher our ruine.
Ron. We as Torch-bearers
Will wait on these, but with such art and cunning;
I have conveigh'd sharp poniards in the Wax,
That we may pass, though search't through all his guards
Without suspition, and in all his glory,
Oppress him, and with safety.
Cam. 'Tis most strange.
Vir. To be effected.
Ron. You are doubtful still.
Briss. But we resolv'd to follow him, and if you
Desist now Virolet, we will say 'tis fear,
Rather than providence. [Exeunt.
Cam. And so we leave you.
Enter Julian.
Jul. To your wise doubts, and to my better counsels;
Oh! pardon me my Lord, and trust me too;
Let me not like Cassandra prophesie truths,
And never be believ'd, before the mischief:
I have heard all; know this Ronvere a villain,
A villain that hath tempted me, and plotted
This for your ruine, only to make way
To his hopes in my embraces; at more leisure
I will acquaint you, wherefore I conceal'd it
To this last minute; if you stay, you are lost,
And all prevention too late. I know,
And 'tis to me known only, a dark cave
Within this house, a part of my poor Dower,
Where you may lie conceal'd, as in the center,
Till this rough blast be o'r, where there is air,
More then to keep in life; Ferrand will find you,
So curious his fears are.
Vir. 'Tis better fall
Than hide my head, now 'twas thine own advice,
My friends engag'd too.