[_Exeunt Fred, and his [sic]_. _Mon_. Twas well, my Lord, 'twas a good policie, To gaine your bride: I hope your grace did not meane To be thus overrulde, by a proud Sonne. _Duke_. Why, thinke you he intends some treachery? _Mon_. Why not? and did release _Valentia_ To blind your eyes. Hee that could be so proud, To rise in armes against his naturall Father, Hath courage to doe more when he sees time. _Duke_. But I have pardon'd that offence by oath. _Mon_. It were no periury to make him know Hee is your Sonne, and sonnes a dutie owe. This sequestration will in time aspire Unto a flame shall set your Realme on fire; For[207] when a Subject hath the meanes of will, 'Tis not enough, to say he has no will; For will is alter'd by the place and time And hee that's once up knowes the way to clime. I speake perchance like a prophetique foole, But these are wise can counsaile with your bride; Wisedome adviseth timely to provide. _Duke_. What thinkes my love of _Frederickes_ reconcilment? _Valen_. That he has spirit enough, to be a traytor. But I am beholding to him for a life And he may brag he gave your grace a wife. A [O?] good old man, he could not choose but feele For shame some small remorse to see you kneele. Pray God he gave me not into your hand That he might be the ruine of your land. _Duke_. Thinkes my love so? but, brothers, what's your censure? _Hat_. I am no Polititian. _Alfred_. Neither I: Wee are both content to live quietly. _Duke_. Hee may be a villaine tho' he be my Sonne. _Mon_. Why not? and worke your ruine like a foe. Had he meant well, why did he leave you so? Your noble heart was free from all deceipt, But hee's retirde to doe some dangerous feate. When Subjects stand upon their guard, looke to't, They have some plot in hand, and they will do't. _Duke_. What course is readiest to prevent such mischiefe? _Mon_. Plucke up the fulsome thistle in the prime: Young trees bend lightly, but grow strong in time. Were I the worthiest to advise your honour, You should pursue him with your spredding bandes Swifter in march then is the lightning flame, And take him tardy whilst his plots are tame. Now to charge on his army, questionlesse Would drive them all into a great distresse, If not confound them; having tane your Sonne, You may be as kind, and doe as hee hath done; So shall he know himself and be lesse proud. _Valen_. The counsailes good. _Duke_. And it shall be allowed. You that doe love me, see the host prepar'd To scare those traytors that our liues have scarde. Our armie's many, but their power is few:[208] Besides, they are traytors, all with us are true. Sound Drums and trumpets, make the world rebound; Hearten our friends, and all our foes confound. [_Alarum_. [_Exeunt_. [SCENE 2.] _Enter Montano, with two or three souldiers; Vandarmas leading Fredericke bound_.