Of all the plots against the Lady Orra,
In which thy wicked arts had tempted him
To take a wicked part. All is discover'd.
Vass. Ha! most virtuous Lady!
Art thou alarm'd? Fear not: the world well knows
How good thou art; and to the Countess shortly,
Who with her Lord is near, thou wilt no doubt
Give good account of all that thou hast done.
Cath. (aside, as she retires in agitation.)
O heaven forbid! What hole o' th' earth will hide me!
[Exit.
(Enter by the opposite side, Hughobert, Eleanora, Alice, Glottenbal, Urston, Maurice, and Attendants.)
Hug. (speaking as he enters.) Is he secured?
Vass. He is, my Lord; behold!
(pointing to Rud.)
Hugh. (to Rud.) Black artful traitor! Of a sacred trust,
Blindly reposed in thee, the base betrayer
For wicked ends; full well upon the ground
May'st thou decline those darkly frowning eyes,
And gnaw thy lip in shame.
Rud. And rests no shame with him, whose easy faith
