Fri.
Daughter, 'twas indiscreet so long to hide
This rude behaviour of lord Scroop from me.

Ele.
Alas, good father, 'twas for that I fear'd
He might increase the anger of the king.
Nor should I now have told your rev'rence ought,
But that I fear he means this very night
To do a violence, I dread to think of.

Fri.
Rash man! impossible, he cannot mean it.
And yet I know not why, from time to time,
He hath put off the hour of your retreat.
Yet fear thou nought, myself will be your guardian
Until to-morrow, when thou shalt go hence,
And be no longer subject to his power.
By holy Paul, the king is much deceiv'd:
He never so would trifle with my character,
As it should seem, by this same lord, he doth.
But see he comes.—I and our brother Lawrence,
Who waits without, will take care to be near thee. [Exit Friar.

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