There's none so fortified of all her kind,But have some fit place to be undermin'd.PHO.O my best friend take all the ways you please,Even to torment her, so you give me ease.But yet I think, 'tis flattery must gain,She is ambitious, give her hopes to raign.But what need I my thoughts to you reveal,All things are less, nothing above your zeal:The service you have done, can only beOut-gone, by what you now design for me.This while I mean to take 'em both apart,And try the utmost of perswasive art;Nature in private may more aptly move,And Mine be softned by a Father's love.Bring 'em awayExeunt Phocas, &c.ACT IV. SCEN. V.Exuperius, Leontina.EXƲP.NOne can hear, and I mustUnto your faith commit the greatest trust:And that you may the better credit give,Know 'tis resolv'd, that Phocas shall not live:LEON:Yes to reward that base officious zeal,That sells thy Father, does thy Prince reveal.EXƲP.You by appearance judge, and so mistake.LEON.They do indeed, who you for honest take.EXƲP.That which to you doth falsehood seem as yet.0