Fred. Then here the warres end, here[206] our fightings marde, Yet by your leave Ile stand upon my Guard.
Duke. Take any course you please, Citie or Towne, My royall word Ile keepe by this my Crowne.
Fred. Then thus Ile take my leave.
Duke. Since we must part, Farewell, my Sonne, all farewell with my heart.
[Exeunt Fred, and his [sic].
Mon. Twas well, my Lord, 'twas a good policie, To gaine your bride: I hope your grace did not meane To be thus overrulde, by a proud Sonne.
Duke. Why, thinke you he intends some treachery?
Mon. Why not? and did release Valentia
To blind your eyes. Hee that could be so proud,
To rise in armes against his naturall Father,
Hath courage to doe more when he sees time.
Duke. But I have pardon'd that offence by oath.
Mon. It were no periury to make him know
Hee is your Sonne, and sonnes a dutie owe.
This sequestration will in time aspire
Unto a flame shall set your Realme on fire;
For[207] when a Subject hath the meanes of will,
'Tis not enough, to say he has no will;
For will is alter'd by the place and time
And hee that's once up knowes the way to clime.
I speake perchance like a prophetique foole,
But these are wise can counsaile with your bride;
Wisedome adviseth timely to provide.