_Bac._ And have you none, Love and Obedience, You[r] ever faithful Servants to imploy In this strange story of impiety, But me a Mother; Must I be your strumpet? To lay black Treason upon, and in him, In whom all sweetness was: in whom my love Was [proud] to have a Being, in whom Justice, And all the gods for our imaginations Can work into a man, were more than virtues, Ambition down to hell, where thou wert foster'd, Thou hast poison'd the best soul, the purest, whitest, And meerest innocent'st it self that ever Mens greedy hopes gave life to. _Leon._ This is still stranger: lay this treason Open to my correction. _Bac._ Oh what a combat duty and affection Breeds in my blood! _Leon._ If thou conceal'st him, may, Beside my death, the curses of the Countrey, Troubles of conscience, and a wretched end, Bring thee unto a poor forgotten grave. _Bach._ My Being: for another tongue to tell it, Cease, a Mother! some good man that dares Speak for his King and Countrey: I am full Of too much womans pity: yet oh Heaven, Since it concerns the safety of my Sovereign, Let it not be a cruelty in me, Nor draw a Mothers name in question, Amongst unborn people, to give up that man To Law and Justice, that unrighteously Has sought his Fathers death: be deaf: be deaf Sir, Your Son is the offender: Now have you all, Would I might never speak again. _Leon._ My Son! Heaven help me. No more! I thought it, and since His life is grown so dangerous: Let them that Gave him, take him: he shall dye, And with him all my fears. _Bac._ Oh use your mercy: you have a brave subject To bestow it on. I'll forgive him, Sir; and for his Wrong to me, I'll be before ye. _Leon._ Durst his villany extend to thee? _Bac._ Nothing but heats of youth, Sir. _Leon._ Upon my life he sought my bed. _Bacha._ I must confess he loved me Somewhat beyond a Son: and still pursu'd it With such a Lust, I will not say _Ambition_: That clean forgetting all obedience, And only following his first heat unto me, He hotly sought your death, and me in Marriage. _Leon._ Oh Villain! _Bac._ But I forget all: and am half asham'd To press a man so far. _Enter_ Timantus. _Tim._ Where is the Duke? for Gods sake bring me to him: _Leon._ Here I am: each corner of the Dukedom Sends new affrights forth: what wouldst thou? speak. _Tim._ I cannot Sir, my fear ties up my tongue: _Leon._ Why, what's the matter? Take thy courage To thee, and boldly speak, where are the Guard? In the gods name, out with it: _Tim._ Treason, treason. _Leon._ In whom? _Bacha._ Double the Guard. _Tim._ There is a fellow, Sir. _Leon._ Leave shaking man. _Timan._ 'Tis not for fear, but wonder. _Leon._ Well.