Mac.  What say you, Lady?

Ele.  He spurnd my mercy when it flew to him And courted him to kisse it; therefore now Ile have his life.

Fer.  That life, so had, redeemes Thine & thy fathers infamy.  Justice! my Lords.

Hen.  Cruell Creature!

Mac.  Take him away & lead him to his brother; You both must die next morning.

Hen.  I deserve it; And so that Slave, too, that betrayed his Master.

Buz.  Why should I not betray my Master, when he betrayed his Mistris.

Ele.  Get you gone, sirra.

[Exeunt Henrico & Buzzano.

Mac.  You are dismissd:  Faire Lady, You shall have Law, your Ravisher shall dye.

Ele.  Oh that my life from death could sett him free!
          
                                     [Exit.

Mac.  Pray, Don Fernando, follow her & soften Her heart to pitty the poore gentleman:  The Crime is not so Capitall.

Fer.  Ile doe my best.
                                [Exit.

Mac.  That such a noble Spanyard as Don Pedro Should be so cursed in’s Children!

    Enter Buzzano, Don Pedro, Fernando & Eleonora.

Buz.  Hee’s come, hee’s come, my Lord! Don Pedro Gusman is still alive,—­see, see!

Mac.  Let us descend to meet a happinesse Crownes all our expectations.

Pedro.  Whilst I meet
A Thunder strikes me dead.  Oh, poore, wrongd Lady,
The poyson which the villaine poures on thy honour
Runs more into my veines then all the Venome
He spitts at me or my deare Boy, his brother. 
My Lords, your pardon that I am transported
With shame & sorrow thus beyond my selfe,
Not paying to you my duty.

All.  Your love, Don Pedro.

Mac.  Conceale your selfe a while; your sons wele send for, And shew them deaths face presently.

Pedro.  Ile play a part in’t. [Exit.

Mac.  Let them be fetcht, & speake not of a father.

Ten.  This shall be done. [Exit.

Mac.  Is your Compassion, Lady, yet awake? 
Remember that the scaffold, hangman, sword,
And all the Instruments death playes upon,
Are hither calld by you; ’tis you may stay them. 
When at the Barre there stood your Ravisher
You would have savd him, then you made your choyce
To marry him:  will you then kill your husband?

Ele.  Why did that husband then rather chuse death
Then me to be his bride? is his life mine? 
Why, then, because the Law makes me his Judge,
Ile be, like you, not cruell, but reprieve him;
My prisoner shall kisse mercy.