If you dare trust her, so, if not despair of
A second offer.
[Exit.
Jam.
Though there were an Ambush
Laid for my life, I'le on and sound this secret.
Retire thee, my Ascanio, with thy Mother:
But stir not forth, some great design's on foot,
Fall what can fall, if e're the Sun be set
I see you not, give me for dead.