Val. Sir, the design was laid on purpose for you, and all the women placed to cry. Make haste away; avoid the shame, for heaven's sake.
Duke. [going.] O, I could fire this monastery!
Enter Frederick and Ascanio.
[Frederick, entering, speaks as to some behind him.]
Fred. Pain of your lives, let none of you presume to enter but myself.
Duke. My son!—O, I could burst with spite, and die with shame, to be thus apprehended! this is the baseness and cowardice of guilt: an army now were not so dreadful to me as that son, o'er whom the right of nature gives me power.
Fred. Sir, I am come—
Duke. To laugh at first, and then to blaze abroad,
The weakness and the follies of your father.
Val. Sir, he has men in arms attending him.
Duke. I know my doom then. You have taken a popular occasion; I am now a ravisher of chastity, fit to be made prisoner first, and then deposed.