_Thier._ Forbear I say. _Prot._ No eye looks this way, I will wink and strike, Lest I betray my self. [_Behind the State stabs_ Theodoret. _Theo._ Ha, did you not see one near me? _Thier._ How near you, why do you look so pale, brother? Treason, treason. _Memb._ Oh my presage! Father. _Ordella._ Brother. _Mart._ Prince, Noble Prince. _Thier._ Make the gates sure, search into every angle And corner of the Court, oh my shame! Mother, Your Son is slain, _Theodoret_, noble _Theodoret_, Here in my arms, too weak a Sanctuary 'Gainst treachery and murder, say, is the Traitor taken? _1 Guard._ No man hath past the chamber on my life Sir. _Thier._ Set present fire unto the place, that all unseen May perish in this mischief, who moves slow to't, Shall add unto the flame. _Brun._ What mean you? give me your private hearing. _Thier._ Perswasion is a partner in the crime, I will renounce my claim unto a mother, If you make offer on't. _Brun._ E'er a Torch can take flame, I will produce The author of the fact. _Thier._ Withdraw but for your Lights. _Memb._ Oh my too true suspition. [_Exeunt_ Martel, Memberg. _Thier._ Speak, where's the Engine to this horrid act? _Brun._ Here you do behold her; upon whom make good Your causeless rage; the deed was done by my incitement, Not yet repented. _Thier._ Wh[i]ther did nature start, when you conceiv'd? A birth so unlike woman? say, what part Did not consent to make a son of him, Reserv'd it self within you to his ruine. _Brun._ Ha, ha, a son of mine! doe not dissever Thy fathers dust, shaking his quiet urn, To which [thy] breath would send so foul an issue. My Son, thy Brother? _Thier._ Was not _Theodoret_ my brother, or is thy tongue Confederate with thy heart, to speak and do Only things monstrous? _Brun._ Hear me and thou shalt make thine own belief, Thy, still with sorrow mention'd, father liv'd Three careful years, in hope of wished heirs, When I conceiv'd, being from his jealous fear Injoyn'd to quiet home, one fatal day: Transported with my pleasure to the chase, I forc'd command, and in pursuit of game Fell from my horse, lost both my child and hopes. Despair which only in his love saw life Worthy of being, from a Gard'ners Arms Snatcht this unlucky brat, and call'd it mine, When the next year repaid my loss with thee: But in thy wrongs preserv'd my misery, Which that I might diminish, though not end, My sighs, and wet eies from thy Fathers Will, Bequeath this largest part of his Dominions Of _France_ unto thee, and only left _Austracia_ unto that changling, whose life affords Too much of ill 'gainst me to prove my words, And call him stranger.