But you shall keepe a measure.
_Fred_. Thou blood of common Concubines, must I
Be bound by thee, and heir of _Saxony_?
_Enter Duke and Valen_.
_Duke_. It is our pleasure.
_Valen_. Have you caught him so?
Now shall you waite the mercy we will shew:
I was too base to be your father's wife.
_Duke_. But he shall sue to thee to save his life.
_Fred_. Perjurde, ungratefull, unnaturall,
Is this the pardon given in generall?
_Duke_. Wee'l talke of that hereafter; make him fast.
_Valen_. Helpe, _Vandermas_, our self will ayding be
To keepe in awe such sencelesse trechery.
_Duke_. My helpe and all to prison, there till death
Remaine in duresse.
_Fred_. Rather stop my breath,
Strangle me with these cords; prison to me
Is twenty deaths, I will have liberty.
Now as you are a father, be more kind;
You did not find me in so sterne a mind.
Are[209] you forgetful of the life I sav'd?
Shall a Duke's Sonne by treason thus be slav'd?
If you suspect my love, grant me the fight;
I dare in single combate any knight,
Any adventurer, any pandorus hinde,
To proue my faith of an unfained mind.
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