Fre. O more then falshood to become so smooth In such a dangerous action!
Duke. This is strange; Montano seeke the ruine of my daughter!
Euph. Because I would not yeeld unto his suite,
Which he in rapefull manner oft hath sought,
Hee set this Gentleman to doe me shame
Intending by exclaimes[166] to raise the Court,
But that repentance in my waiting Maide
And of his sorrowfull selfe reveal'd the plot.
Mon. O ye gods, how am I over-reacht!
Duke. I know the yong man to be well discended, Of civill carriage and approved faith, How ere seduced to this enterprise.
Con. My conscience, would not propagate that plot.
Ju. Nor mine, my Lord, though gold corrupted me.
Mon.—Cleane from the byas! wit, by heaven rare wit! Ile tell another tale, if they have done.
Duke. What canst thou speake, vild[167] traitor?
Thou seest thou art prevented in thy plot
And therefore desperately coin'st any thing,
But I am deafe to all such stratagems.
Mon. Will you not heare me?