Duke. It is our pleasure.
Valen. Have you caught him so? Now shall you waite the mercy we will shew: I was too base to be your father's wife.
Duke. But he shall sue to thee to save his life.
Fred. Perjurde, ungratefull, unnaturall, Is this the pardon given in generall?
Duke. Wee'l talke of that hereafter; make him fast.
Valen. Helpe, Vandermas, our self will ayding be To keepe in awe such sencelesse trechery.
Duke. My helpe and all to prison, there till death Remaine in duresse.
Fred. Rather stop my breath,
Strangle me with these cords; prison to me
Is twenty deaths, I will have liberty.
Now as you are a father, be more kind;
You did not find me in so sterne a mind.
Are[209] you forgetful of the life I sav'd?
Shall a Duke's Sonne by treason thus be slav'd?
If you suspect my love, grant me the fight;
I dare in single combate any knight,
Any adventurer, any pandorus hinde,
To proue my faith of an unfained mind.
Duke. Away with him.
Fred. I see my death's set downe,
And some adulterous heire must weare that Crowne.
To intreate a Rodophe, I had rather dye
Then have my life lodg'd in such infamy:
If all my fortunes on her words depend,
Let her say kill me, and so make an end.