_Euph._ Friend, As thou wouldst wear that title after death. _Enter below_ Theanor, Agenor, Leonidas, _and_ Soldiers. Perform my charge: no Soldier on his life Approach us nearer. _Con._ Safety to both the Princes, Loyalty To you Lord General, the Queen, your Mistriss As well as ours, though not to fear, to cut Civil dissention from her Land, and save Much guiltless blood, that uprore ever thirsts, And for the safeguard of her Son, by me (As you demand) hath sent the Lord _Euphanes_ To plead his own cause, or to suffer death As you shall find him worthy; so delivering The Prince back, I shall leave him to your Guard. _Leo._ The Queen is good and gracious: kiss her hand. _Ag._ And seal our duties: Sir, depart in peace. _The._ Oh Sir, you now perceive, when in the scales Nature, and fond affection weigh together, One poizes like a feather, and you know my Lords What's to be done. _Euph._ Your Highness is unarm'd, Please you to use mine, and to lead the Army Back to your Mother: _Conon_, march you with 'em. _Con._ I will my Lord: But not so far as not To bring you help if danger look upon you. [_Exit._ _Euph._ Why do you look so strangely, fearfully, Or stay your deathful hand, be not so wise To stop your rage: look how unmov'dly, here I give my self my Countreys sacrifice, An innocent sacrifice: Truth laughs at death, And terrifies the killer more than kill'd; Integrity thus armless seeks her foes, And never needs the Target nor the Sword, Bow, nor invenom'd shafts. _Leo._ We are amaz'd, Not at your eloquence, but impudence, That dare thus front us. _Ag._ Kill him, who knows not The iron forehead that bold mischief wears. _Leo._ Forbear a while _Agenor_, I do tremble, And something sits like virtue in his face, Which the gods keep. _Euph. Agenor_, strike _Leonidas_ You that have purchas'd Fame on certain grounds, Lose it on supposition? smear your hands In guiltless blood, laugh at my Martyrdom: But yet remember, when Posterity Shall read your Volumes fill'd with virtuous acts, And shall arrive at this black bloody leaf, Noting your foolish barbarisms, and my wrong, (As time shall make it plain) what follows this Disciphering any noble deed of yours Shall be quite lost, for men will read no more. _Leo._ Why? dare you say you are innocent?