Ans. Leave thy sporting!
Or my next offer makes thy heart weep blood.
Leo. O, spare that strength, my lord, and I'll reveal
A secret that concerns you; for this does not.
Ans. Back, back, my fury, then!
It shall not touch thy breast; speak freely, what is't?
Leo. Votarius and my lady are false gamesters;
They use foul play, my lord.
Ans. Thou liest.
Leo. Reward me then for altogether; if it prove not so,
I'll never bestow time to ask your pity.
Ans. Votarius and thy lady? 'twill ask days
Ere it be settled in belief. So, rise!
Go, get thee to thy chamber! [Exit.
Leo. A pox on you!
You hind'red me of better business: thank you.
He's fray'd a secret from me; would he were whipp'd!
Faith, from a woman a thing's quickly slipp'd. [Exit.
SCENE II.
Enter the Tyrant with Sophonirus, Memphonius, and other nobles. A flourish.