I await
The chief justiciary. Shew him hither. [Exit servt.
Ph. (aside). I shall not face him well. He must not guess
My part in this: say he be proved a traitor,
And I abhor all such as undermine
The fabric of the throne,—yet have I shared
His guilt at heart, both in my wish to find it
And from my profit in it! ’Twould seem less foul
To steal a man’s fair earnings than to glean
The waste of his crime. I’ll stand and take what comes.