+King.+ Take the Count unto the citadel, and let none Be admitted to him upon peril-- [_Exeunt with +De Castro+._ Brother, they were no easy insinuations That did engage our fears to this: but such As nam'd a higher proof and circumstance. And, we confess, it struck our nature with some passionate strugglings: Not that the wish of our ambition is fix'd here, And would revive a term of years To rob ye of one minute's glorious trouble: Yet, my lord, if our laws take care To preserve the meanest subject's life, our own Ought not to be look'd on with less providence: And fears are happy cautions many times. But mine retire. Let our desires meet, and reconcile me to your arms---- [_Embrace._ His merit shall find the justice it has scandall'd, If it stand guilty. +Duke.+ If, my lord? Can yet that scruple stay behind? _Returns with +De Castro+ and +Dessandro+. A physician and chirurgeon, &c._ +De C.+ See, royal sir, I have met a miracle, [_They kneel._ That heaven has preserv'd and sent to guard your Sacred highness and the truth. +De F.+ Dessandro risen from the dead? +King.+ Dessandro! +Des.+ The vilest wretch alive, who throws himself At your feet in tears of blood, and so much Horrid guilt as calls for all the wrath of This and the other world: not daring to Lift my hopes to any pardon. O sir! 'Twas he (back'd by that bad Prince and other giddy Hopes) that would have seduc'd my brother to That act against your sacred life. +King.+ Would it went no further? Duke de Bereo, Can now your brow change colour? +Duke.+ 'Tis all imposture. +King.+ Fie, fie; don't glory against heaven, that hath Left thy sin to subterfuge. +Duke.+ You would not fright me from myself? +King.+ Well; our guard! +Doct.+ May it please-- [_Kneels._ +King.+ Rise, What would you say, sir? +Doct.+ Under your gracious licence this. We found our princely lady and the lady Cleara cold in their clodded gore: this Colonel so spent in expense of blood, as we could not say alive; for that half spark of heat left in his veins was then e'en going out. Our care having preserved and kindled it to life again, after his shattered faculties could pant and breathe, he called for pen and ink, and caused us to write what is there contained. [_Gives a paper._ +Des.+ Of too much truth; and I blush for those few Drops of blood I have left to expiate.