Hen. So, so; in Paris!
Hath he 3 bodyes? Lorraine, Burgundy, & Paris!
My Lord, his Highnes putts into your hand
A sword of Justice: draw it forth, I charge you
By the oath made to your king, to smite this Traytour,
The murtherer of my father!
Man. I?
Hen. Yes, thou: Thou, slave, hast bene his Executioner.
Man. Where? when?
Hen. There, there; in France.
Man. Oh heavenly powers!
Hen. Oh, intollerable villaine! parricide! Monster of mankind! Spaniards shame!
Fer. Pray, heare me: Are you in earnest?
Hen. Earnest?
Fer. Be advisd.
Hen. Lay hold on him, the murtherer of my father: I have armd proofes against him.
Man. An armd devill, And that’s thy selfe! Produce thy proofes.
Hen. I will, sir; But I will doe’t by law.
Fer. You are up allready Too deepe, I feare, in Law.
Hen. If you can, sett then Your foote upon my head & drowne me, your worst: Let me have Justice here.
Fer. Well, sir, you shall. Manuell, I can no lesse than lay upon you The hand of my authority. In my Caroach[37] You shall with mee to Sherris, 3 leagues off, Where the Lords sitt to-morrow: there you must answer This most unbrotherly accusation.
Man. And prove him a false caytiffe.
Fer. I will be both your guard, sir, and your bayle And make no doubt to free you from this Viper.
Hen. Viper!
Fer. Y’are bound to appeare
at Sherris, sir;
And you were best not fayle.
I have a certaine Daughter there shall meete you.
Come.
[Exit Fer., Man., &[38]
Hen. Thither I dare you both, all three.—Buzzano!
Buz. Sir?
Hen. Saddle my Jennet? Ile to Sherris presently.
Buz. And I?
Hen. And you; but I must schoole you, sirra.
[Exeunt.
(SCENE 2.)
Enter Pike, shackled, & his Jaylour.
Jay. Boon Coragio, man! how is’t?
Pike. Not very well & yet well enough, considering how the cheating dice of the world run.
Jay. I dare not, though I have a care of you, ease you of one Iron unles I desire such Gyves my selfe.
Pike. Las, if they were all knockt off I’me loaden with Gyves, Shackles, and fetters enough for the arrantest theefe that ever lay in my owne country in Newgate.