_Enter_ EPHORBAS _and_ LIBACER.
EPH. What was his answer, then?
LIB. "Tell him, I am resolv'd I will not come,"
Those were the very words, sir.
EPH. 'Twas very pretty
[And] resolute, methinks. If he be grown
So stubborn already, the next we must expect
Is action.
LIB. But yet he bids me, if you
Ask'd why he came not, to find some excuse or other.
EPH. He could find none himself then? Call in
The lords: we must be sudden in our execution.
But prythee, one thing more: who was there with him?
LIB. Nobody;
But I met going to him young Inophilus;
And heard one servant tell another in great haste,
Their lord would speak with some o' the captains o' the army.
[_Exit._