And when found out, more basely to deny't.

_Gui._ O gracious Harry, let me sound thy name,
Lest this old rust of war, this knotty trifler,
Should raise me to extremes.

_Gril._ If thou'rt a man,
That didst refuse the challenge of Navarre,
Come forth[10].

_Gui._ Go on; since thou'rt resolved on death,
I'll follow thee, and rid thy shaking soul.

_Enter King, Queen-Mother,_ ALPHONSO, _Abbot, &c._

But see, the king: I scorn to ruin thee,
Therefore go tell him, tell him thy own story.

_King._ Ha, colonel, is this your friendly visit?
Tell me the truth, how happened this disorder?
Those ruffled hands, red looks, and port of fury?

_Gril._ I told him, sir, since you will have it so,
He was the author of the rebel-league;
Therefore, a traitor and a murderer.

_King._ Is't possible?

_Gui._ No matter, sir, no matter;
A few hot words, no more, upon my life;