_Euph._ By all the gods, as they Of this foul crime, why Gent. pry clean through my life, Then weigh these circumstances: think you that he Which made day night, and men to furies turn'd, Durst not trust silence, vizors, nor her sence That suffer'd; but with Charms and Potions Cast her asleep, (for all this I have enquir'd) Acted the Fable of _Proserpines_ Rape, The place (by all description) like to Hell: And all to perpetrate unknown his Lust, Would fondly in his person bring a Ring, And give it a betrothed Wife, i'th' same house Where the poor injur'd Lady liv'd and groan'd. _Ag._ Hell gives us Art to reach the depth of sin, But leaves us wretched fools, when we are in. _Euph._ Had it given me that Art, and left me so, I would not thus into the Lions jaws Have thrust my self (defenceless) for your good, The Princes safety, or the Common-weals: You know the Queen deny'd me, and sent us Commanders to surprize you, and to raze This Tower down, we had power enough to do it, Or starve you, as you saw, and not to tender My Person to your wrath, which I have done, Knowing my heart as pure as infants sleep. _Leo._ What think you, Sir? _Ag._ No harm I am sure: I weep. _Euph._ The gods are just, and mighty: but to give you Further assurance, and to make your selves Judges and witnesses of my innocence Let me demand this question, On what night Was this foul deed committed? _Ag._ On the Eave before our Marriage meant. _Euph. Leonidas_, (Your rage being off, that still drowns memory) Where was your self and I that very night, And what our conference? _Leo._ By the gods 'tis true: Both in her Highness Chamber conferring Even of this Match until an hour of day, And then came I to call you: we are sham'd. _Ag._ Utterly lost, and sham'd. _Euph._ Neither be chear'd, He that could find this out, can pardon it, And know this Ring was sent me from the Queen, How she came by it, yet is not enquir'd, Deeper occurrents hang on't: and pray Heaven That my suspitions prove as false as yours, Which (for the World) till I have greater proof I dare not utter what, nor whom they touch; Only this build upon, with all my nerves I'll labour with ye, till time waken truth. _Ag._ There are our swords Sir, turn the points on us, _Leo._ Punish rebellion, and revenge your wrong, _Euph._ Sir, my revenge shall be to make your peace, Neither was this rebellion, but rash love. _Enter_ Conon.