Leon. Upon my life he sought my bed.
Bacha. I must confess he loved me
Somewhat beyond a Son: and still pursu'd it
With such a Lust, I will not say Ambition:
That clean forgetting all obedience,
And only following his first heat unto me,
He hotly sought your death, and me in Marriage.
Leon. Oh Villain!
Bac. But I forget all: and am half asham'd
To press a man so far.
Enter Timantus.
Tim. Where is the Duke? for Gods sake bring me to him:
Leon. Here I am: each corner of the Dukedom
Sends new affrights forth: what wouldst thou? speak.
Tim. I cannot Sir, my fear ties up my tongue:
Leon. Why, what's the matter? Take thy courage
To thee, and boldly speak, where are the Guard?
In the gods name, out with it:
Tim. Treason, treason.