+Amph.+ No, sir, virtue shall lie betwixt us.

+Duke.+ You will want a pillow, till you come both To execution, then you shall have one-- A block to lay your heads on.

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+Amph.+ Know, [O] duke, My head will rest better with his upon a block, Than with yours on the softest pillow. How Many lies must I confess, before I die. [_Aside._

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+Duke.+ Indeed, you'll sleep pretty soundly. See, her scorn To me makes death a pleasure to her. [_Aside._ My lord, give order that she may be brought Immediately to her trial; in the meantime, Jailor, take them into your custody; Lay 'em in shackles both. Cousin, many thanks To you for this timely discovery. I must leave you awhile. [_Exit._

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+Ort.+ Duke, you shall have Less to thank me for, else I am deceiv'd. I've found out he loves Amphelia still, So she does him. Now will I go possess Arbatus of this, and tell him how the duke Intends to fool his sister. He has the Character of so strict a brother, and so brave A spirit, that his soul will never digest This injury without the duke's blood. Will join with him, and tell him how The business may be done. By this, one of these three things shall I have Either a mistress, dukedom, or a grave.

See, here comes Arbatus and his sister Artabella; they talk very earnestly.

+Arb.+ Sister, I do not like it; the duke will Fool ye.

+Art.+ Indeed, brother, I am amaz'd At this delay.

+Arb.+ Then there must be something more in't, That he defers his marriage thus.

+Arb.+ My lord, heark'ning's but a base office; But if you have heard it, 'tis no treason.

+Ort.+ No, sir, but it is falseness in the duke, To use your worthy sister thus. I came To tell you upon my knowledge, he never Intended to marry her.

+Arb.+ My lord, though I believe it, you must pardon Me, if I wonder at this information From your lordship, that is his near cousin.

+Ort.+ Sir, you have the character of so brave A gentleman, conscience and honour Bids me discover this to you and your sister: Think of a way of being reveng'd, and here's My hand and heart to help you.

+Arb.+ Pardon Me, that I cannot thank you truly, because I needs must doubt this offer from your lordship.

+Ort.+ What can I say to confirm you? will the Word and honour of a gentleman do't?