Can. I will not leave him.
Lys. 'Tis my desire you should not.
Phil. Cousin, lead off your friends.
Cel. One word in your ear, coz:—Let me advise you, either make your own conditions, or never agree with him: his men are poor rogues, they can never stand before us.
[Exeunt all but Lys. Phil. and Cand.
Lys. Suppose some friend, ere night,
Should bring you to possess all you desire;
And not so only, but secure forever
The nation's happiness?
Phil. I would think of him, As some god or angel.
Lys. That god or angel you and I may be to one another.
We have betwixt us
An hundred men; the citadel you govern:
What were it now to seize the queen?
Phil. O impiety! to seize the queen!— To seize her, said you?
Lys. The word might be too rough,—I meant, secure her.