Bal. Discover'd? woo'd there stood a troope of Moores
Thrusting the pawes of hungry Lions forth
To seize this prey, and this but in my hand;
I should doe something.
Seb. Must I goe with this blacke fellow, Vncle?
Med. Yes, pretty Coz; hence with him, Baltazar.
Bal. Sweet child, within few minutes I'le change thy fate And take thee hence, but set thee at heavens gate. [Exeunt Bal. and Seb.
Med. Some keepe aloof and watch this Souldier.
Carl. I'le doo't.
Daen. What's to be done now?
Med. First to plant strong guard About the mother, then into some snare To hunt this spotted Panther and there kill him.
Daen. What snares have we can hold him?
Med. Be that care mine: Dangers (like Starres) in darke attempts best shine.