Emp. Then thou doubtst they would?
Bend. To whom?
Emp. To her
Perhaps,—or to my brother,—or to thee.
Bend. [in disorder.]
To me! me, did you mention? how I tremble!
The name of treason shakes my honest soul.
If I am doubted, sir,
Secure yourself this moment, take my life.
Emp. No more: If I suspected thee—I would.
Bend. I thank your kindness.—Guilt had almost lost me. [Aside.
Emp. But clear my doubts:—thinkst thou they may rebel?
Bend. This goes as I would wish.—[Aside.
'Tis possible:
A secret party still remains, that lurks
Like embers raked in ashes,—wanting but
331 A breath to blow aside the involving dust,
And then they blaze abroad.
Emp. They must be trampled out.
Bend. But first be known.