Leon. Sick, very sick I hope.
Dor. Gods comfort you.
Hida. Will not you speak? is this your Royal word?
Do not pull perjurie upon your soul.
Sir, you are old, and near your punishment; remember.
Leon. Away base woman.
Hidas. Then be no more my Father, but a plague,
I am bound to pray against: be any sin
May force me to despair, and hang my self,
Be thy name never more remembred King
But in example of a broken faith,
And curst even to forgetfulness:
May thy Land bring forth such Monsters as thy Daughter is!
I am weary of my rage. I pray forgive me,
And let me have him, will you Noble Sir?
Leon. Mercy, mercy heaven:
Thou heir of all dishonor, shamest thou not to draw
This little moisture left for life, thus rudely from me?
Carry that slave to death.
Zoy. For heavens sake Sir, it is no fault of mine,
That she will love me.
Leon. To death with him, I say.
Hida. Then make haste Tyrant, or I'll be for him:
This is the way to Hell.
Leon. Hold fast, I charge you away with him.