Ura. 'Tis nothing Sir, and you be well.
Tim. Oh pardon me, know you me now, Sir?
Leu. How couldst thou find me out?
Tima. We intercepted a Letter from Ismenus, and the bearer directed me.
Leu. Stand up Timantus boldly,
The world conceives that thou art guilty
Of divers treasons to the State and me:
But oh far be it from the innocence
Of a just man, to give a Traitor death
Without a tryal: here the Countrey is not
To purge thee or condemn thee; therefore
A nobler trial than thou dost deserve,
Rather than none at all, here I accuse thee
Before the face of Heaven, to be a Traitor
Both to the Duke my Father and to me, and the
Whole Land: speak, is it so or no?
Tima. 'Tis true Sir, pardon me.
Leu. Take heed Timantus how thou dost cast away thy self, I must proceed to execution hastily if thou confess it: speak once againe, is it so or no?
Tima. I am not guilty, Sir.
[Fight here: the Prince gets his sword, and gives it him.
Leu. Gods and thy sword acquit thee, here it is.