Phil. Whither, sweet?
Leu. Any whither from hence,
My thoughts divine of treason, whence I know not.
There is no creature knows our meeting here
But one, and that's my maid; she has been trusty,
And will be still, I hope; but yet I would
She did not know it: prythee, let's away;
Anywhere else we are secure from danger.
Then let's remove, but, prythee, be not sad.
What noise is that?
[Noise within.
Leu. Ah me!
Phil. O, fear not, love!
[Draws.
Enter Polymetes, Roscio, Eugenio, and Officers.
Pol. Upon 'em, officers, yonder they are.
Phil. Thieves! villains!
Pol. Thou art the thief, and the villain too.
Give me my daughter, thou ravisher.
Phil. First take my life.