Leon. In whom?
Bacha. Double the Guard.
Tim. There is a fellow, Sir.
Leon. Leave shaking man.
Timan. 'Tis not for fear, but wonder.
Leon. Well.
Timan. There is a fellow, Sir, close i'th' Lobby:
You o'the Guard, look to the door there.
Leon. But let me know the business.
Tima. Oh that the hearts of men should be so hard'ned
Against so good a Duke, for Gods sake, Sir,
Seek means to save your self; This wretched slave
Has his sword in his hand, I know his heart:
Oh it hath almost kill'd me with the thought of it.
Leon. Where is he?