Dionysius. Eubulus, thou hast talked in vain, for sure he shall die.
Shall I suffer my life to stand in peril of every spy?
Eubulus. That he conspired against your person, his accuser cannot say:
He only viewed your city, and will you for that make him away?
Dionysius. What he would have done, the guess is great: he minded me to hurt,
That came so slyly to search out the secret estate of my court.
Shall I still lie in fear? no, no: I will cut off such imps betime,
Lest that to my farther danger too high they climb.
Eubulus. Yet have the mighty gods immortal fame assigned
To all worldly princes, which in mercy be inclined.