Sess. You shall tye
Our consciences in your purse strings.
Ron. Gentlemen,
I like your freedome: I am now in hast,
But wait for my return. I like the Rascals,
They may be useful.
Sess. We'll attend you Sir.
Ron. Do, and be confident of entertainment;
I hope you will deserve it. [Exit Ron. and Guard.
Sess. O, no doubt Sir:
Thus far we are prosperous; we'll be his guard;
Till Tyranny and pride find full reward. [Exeunt.
Enter Pandulfo, and Juliana.
Pand. My blessing? no; a Fathers heavy curse,
Pursue, and overtake him.
Jul. Gentle Sir.
Pand. My name, and Family, end in my self
Rather then live in him.
Jul. Dear Sir forbear,
A fathers curses, hit far off, and kill too,
And like a murthering piece ayms not at one,
But all that stand within the dangerous level.
Some bullet may return upon your self too,
Though against nature, if you still go on
In this unnatural course.