That odious weight upon a free-born soul.
Sosib. This is too much.—Fall on, but spare my son.
Enter Cassandra, attended.
Cas. Sosibius, hold! Withdraw your men to distance.
You know this signet: Obey your king in me. [Shews the Signet.
Sosib. Never more gladly; though my son's a rebel,
Yet nature works to save him.
Cas. Then rather than he should untimely fall,
[Cœnus draws off Sosibius's Men.