Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
But, good my Lord, do it so cunningly
45 That my discovery be not aimed at;
For, love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know
That I had any light from thee of this.
III. 1.
50 Pro. Adieu, my Lord; Sir Valentine is coming. [Exit.]