Car. What! Is there force
Employ’d against me?—Guards! (raising his voice.)
Doge. They are not nigh.
Soldiers! (enter armed men.) Thy guards are these.
Car. I am betray’d!
Doge. ’Twas then a thought of wisdom to disperse
Thy followers. Well and justly was it deem’d
That the bold traitor, in his plots surprised,
Might prove a rebel too.
Car. E’en as ye list.