Leo. She trusts me now to cast a mist, forsooth,
Before the servants' eyes. I must remember
Votarius to come once with privy armour
Into her chamber, when with a feign'd fury
And rapier drawn, which I must lay a-purpose
Ready for her dissemblance, she will seem
T' act wonders for her juggling honesty.
Bel. I wish no riper vengeance! can'st conceive me?
Votarius is my enemy.
Leo. That's stale news, sir.
Bel. Mark what I say to thee! forget of purpose
That privy armour; do not bless his soul
With so much warning, nor his hated body
With such sure safety. Here express thy love;
Lay some empoisoned weapon next her hand,
That in that play he may be lost for ever;
I'd have him kept no longer, away with him.
One touch will set him flying: let him go.
Leo. Bribe me but with a kiss; it shall be so. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Tyrant, wondrous discontentedly. Nobles afar off.
1st Noble. My lord!
Tyr. Begone, or never see life more!
I'll send thee far enough from court. Memphonius!
Where's he now?
Mem. Ever at your highness' service.