PHY. The duke, defeated, posts unto the Court, Where he design'd unto his dire revenge Th' obscurest path that ever time reveal'd Since her first glass: procures his king to throw Neglects upon him, and to seem in doubt Of his obliged faith. A severe search Is made on his papers, his treasure valued By the public officer, and himself, Twice deprehended in a seeming flight, Calumniated, libell'd, and disgrac'd By his own seeking and belief of others, Who, judging him to be their honour's ruin, First raze his house, and then demand his life As sacrifice unto their brothers, sons, Nephews, and public loss. Sedition Had now the face of piety, which (once Receiv'd as just) can hardly be repell'd. The king with difficulty doth assure his life With promise of his banishment. This he foresaw and sought, and did disguise Himself, in fear of the incensed people: Parts in the night, and partner of his fate Hath his fair niece, who is so innocent She cannot think there is a greater crime Practis'd by men than error, which does make Us seem more vicious than in act we are. AGEN. I want a perspective for this dark mystery; And but your knowledge doth dissolve my doubts, 'Twould seem a riddle that a gentleman Of his known valour [and his] reputation Should strive to lose both for some secret end, I cannot yet arrive to. PHY. Sir, you know Revenge doth master all our passions That are not servants to her rage. AGEN. But how, unfriended, banish'd, the reproach Of traitor fix'd upon him, he could find The way unto't more easy, I am ignorant.