_Vir._ Grosser still, what Shepheard Would yield the poor remainder of his Flock, To a known Wolf; though he put on the habit, Of a most faithful dog, and bark like one? As this but only talks. _Cam._ Yes, he has means too. _Vir._ I know it to my grief, weak men I know it; To make his peace, if there were any war Between him and his Master, betraying Our innocent lives. _Ron._ You are too suspitious And I have born too much, beyond my temper, Take your own waies, I'll leave you. _Vir._ You may stay now; You have enough, and all indeed you fish'd for; But one word Gentlemen: have you discover'd To him alone our plot? _Briss._ To him and others, that are at his devotion. _Vir._ Worse and worse: For were he only conscious of our purpose, Though with the breach of Hospitable laws, In my own house, I'de silence him for ever: But what is past my help, is past my care. I have a life to lose. _Cam._ Have better hopes. _Ron._ And when you know, with what charge I have further'd Your noble undertaking, you will swear me Another man; the guards I have corrupted: And of the choice of all our noblest youths, Attir'd like Virgins; such as Hermits would Welcome to their sad cells, prepar'd a Maske; As done for the Kings pleasure. _Vir._ For his safety I rather fear; and as a pageant to Usher our ruine. _Ron._ We as Torch-bearers Will wait on these, but with such art and cunning; I have conveigh'd sharp poniards in the Wax, That we may pass, though search't through all his guards Without suspition, and in all his glory, Oppress him, and with safety. _Cam._ 'Tis most strange. _Vir._ To be effected. _Ron._ You are doubtful still. _Briss._ But we resolv'd to follow him, and if you Desist now _Virolet_, we will say 'tis fear, Rather than providence. [_Exeunt._ _Cam._ And so we leave you. _Enter_ Julian. _Jul._ To your wise doubts, and to my better counsels; Oh! pardon me my Lord, and trust me too; Let me not like _Cassandra_ prophesie truths, And never be believ'd, before the mischief: I have heard all; know this _Ronvere_ a villain, A villain that hath tempted me, and plotted This for your ruine, only to make way To his hopes in my embraces; at more leisure I will acquaint you, wherefore I conceal'd it To this last minute; if you stay, you are lost, And all prevention too late. I know, And 'tis to me known only, a dark cave Within this house, a part of my poor Dower, Where you may lie conceal'd, as in the center, Till this rough blast be o'r, where there is air, More then to keep in life; _Ferrand_ will find you, So curious his fears are.