In knowing this, I know thou art a traitor;
A rebel, and mutinous conspirator.
Why, Demarch, knowest thou who I am?
DEMARCH.
Pardon, my dread Lord, the error of my sense,
And misdemeaner to your princely excellencie.
WILLIAM.
Why, Demarch,
What is the cause my subjects are in arms?
DEMARCH.
Free are my thoughts, my dread and gratious Lord,
From treason to your state and common weal;
Only revengement of a private grudge
By Lord Dirot lately profered me,
That stands not with the honor of my name,
Is cause I have assembled for my guard
Some men in arms that may withstand his force,
Whose settled malice aimeth at my life.
WILLIAM.
Where is Lord Dirot?
DEMARCH.
In arms, my gratious Lord,
Not past two miles from hence, as credibly
I am assertained.
WILLIAM.
Well; come, let us go.
I fear I shall find traitors of you both.
[Exit.]
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
Chester. Before the Citizen's House.
[Enter the Citizen of Chester, and his daughter Elner, and
Manville.]
CITIZEN.
In deed, sir, it would do very well if you could intreat your
father to come hither: but if you think it be too far, I care
not much to take horse and ride to Manchester. I am sure my
daughter is content with either. How sayest thou, Elner, art
thou not?
ELNER.
As you shall think best I must be contented.
MANVILLE.
Well, Elner, farewell. Only thus much, I pray: make all
things in a readiness, either to serve here, or to carry
thither with us.
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