Come, I will make you way for these your letters; And do’t the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. Exeunt.
Another room in the castle.
Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you must put me in your heart for friend, Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, That he which hath your noble father slain Pursued my life.
It well appears: but tell me Why you proceeded not against these feats, So crimeful and so capital in nature, As by your safety, wisdom, all things else, You mainly were stirr’d up.