1 Guard. No man hath past the chamber on my life Sir.
Thier. Set present fire unto the place, that all unseen
May perish in this mischief, who moves slow to't,
Shall add unto the flame.
Brun. What mean you? give me your private hearing.
Thier. Perswasion is a partner in the crime,
I will renounce my claim unto a mother,
If you make offer on't.
Brun. E'er a Torch can take flame, I will produce
The author of the fact.
Thier. Withdraw but for your Lights.
Memb. Oh my too true suspition.
[Exeunt Martel, Memberg.
Thier. Speak, where's the Engine to this horrid act?
Brun. Here you do behold her; upon whom make good
Your causeless rage; the deed was done by my incitement,
Not yet repented.