Enter the Guard, and bring him in.
Timan. I'th' Lobby Sir, close in a corner:
Look to your selves for Heavens sake,
Me thinks he is here already.
Fellows of the Guard be valiant.
Leon. Goe Sirs, and apprehend him; Treason shall
Never dare me in mine own Gates.
Tim. 'Tis done. [There they bring the Prince in.
Bacha. And thou shalt find it to thy best content.
Leon. Are these the comforts of my age?
They're happy that end their daies contented
With a little, and live aloof from dangers, to a King
Every content doth a new peril bring.
Oh let me live no longer, shame of Nature,
Bastard to Honor: Traytor, Murderer,
Devil in a humane shape. Away with him,
He shall not breathe his hot [inf]ection here.
Leu. Sir, hear me.
Leon. Am I or he your Duke? away with him
To a close prison: your Highness now shall know,
Such branches must be cropt before they grow.
Leu. Whatever fortune comes, I bid it welcome,
My innocency is my Armor: gods preserve you. [Exit.