Sir Hu.  So bad a cause
Deserves not to be pleaded thus.  Deere madam,
Greife overwhelmes me for you, that your guilt
Has damp’d the eyes of mercy and undone
All intercession.  Please you desist: 
We must proceed to th’examination
Of the other prisoners.—­
Sir Geffrey, we shall need your grave assistance: 
Sir Geffrey, be more attentive.

Sir Gef.  Tis very necessary.  I wilbe sworne she did bewitch me; I thinke I was almost asleepe.  But now to yee, I faith; come on, what can you say that Judgment shall not passe against you?

Tho.  Sir, you are the Judge here?

Sir Hu.  Yes, sir, why question you my power?

Tho.  Noe, scarlett man, I question thy witt,
At least thy Humanity and the Conscience
That dares imagine to destroy this wealth,
To hang this matchless diamond in the eare
Of Ethiope Death.  Send him to file thy house,
Strike with his dart thy Children and thy selfe,
Gray bearded miscreant, whose best acts compard
With Thurstons murder (cause this lady did [it])
Are full iniquity.

[Suc.[131] The man speaks home and boldly.]

Sir Hu.  Sir, you are fitter for a Jayle, a Bedlam,
Then to stand free before us. 
What? art thou mad, man?

Sir Gef.  Yes, what are you, Sir.  I aske to, though I know y[ou well] enough.  What are you?

Tho.  I am one,
To expresse my selfe in my true character,
Soe full of civill reason and iust truth
That to denie my owne peculiar act
I should esteeme as base and black a sinne
As Scythians[132] doe adultery:  twas I
That gave this lady councell to invade
That Thurstons life, and out of cowardise,
Feareing my person, set this bold young man
To be his murderer.  Ime the principall,
The very source from whence this brooke of bloode
Fetches its spring.

Sir Hu.  Still more of the conspiracy!  Sir, what say You to these designements?

Suc.  Say, sir, you slew the man in equall duell:  Twill bring you off, I warrant you.

Sir Gef.  Answere, you youth of valour, you that dare See men of credit bleede.  Ha!

Y.  M.  Sir, I am to dy, and should I now speake false
Twould be a maine addicon to the ill
What I alone comitted:  for this man,
Howsoere his fury does transport his tongue,
Hees guiltlesse on’t:  I must confesse my Mother
Did, for some private wrong which he had don,
Wish me to call him to account; but this
Steward did with all violence sollicit
That I should slay him.

Alex.  Whoe?  I? goe to; ist come to this?

Sir Hu.  Sir, you must answer this.

Sir Gef.  Marke how the mischeife lookes.

Alex.  I doe defie thy mallice, thou falce Judge.  Goe to; my [Mrs.] I appeal to, she that knowes my vertue and Integrity.