Sir Hu.  Away with him toth Jayle:  a publique Sessions may [ere] long from thence deliver him to the gallowes.

Const.  Come, Sir.
                             [Exeunt Const, and Alex.

Sir Hu.  Madam, for you and for your Sonn, your crimes
Being soe manifest, I wish you would
Prepare your selves for heaven.  Meantime you must remaine
Saffe prissoners untill the Judges sitt,
Who best may give a sentence on your fact.

Tho.  And what for me?

Sir Gef.  I, what for him, Mr Justice?

Sir Hu.  Sure your words
Rather proceed from some distraction
Then from similitude of truth.  You may
Begon, we do quitt you.

Tho.  And Ile quit my selfe
Of what you will not, [of] my hated life. 
You have condemnd a lady who may claime
As many slaves to wait on her in death
As the most superstitious Indian prince
(That carries servants to attend ith grave)
Can by’s prerogative; nor shall she want
Waiters, while you and I, my reverend Judg,
Are within reach of one another.
                   [Offers att the Record.

Suc.  Death, Sir! 
Dare you presume to draw before us men
Of stout performance?

Sir Gef.  You sir, weele have you hangd to, sir, with the Steward.

Sir Hu.  We doe forgive him; twas his passion. 
Tis manly to forbeare infirmities
In noble soules. 
Away with the delinquents, officers![133]

Sir Gef.[134] I charge you looke to them:  there is some rescue intended, I warrant you.

Con.  Sir, yonder are some six or seaven without, Attird like Masquers, that will not be denied Admittance.

Sir Hu.  What are they?

Con. [Faith[135]] we know not,
Nor will they tell us, only this they say: 
Heareing of the lady Marlowe’s condemnation,
They are come
With shew of death to make her more prepard fort.

Sir Hu.  We will deny none of her freinds to see her; They can intend noe rescue.

Con.  Noe, my life ont, sir:  they come unarm’d.

Sir Hu.  Be still; letts see this misterie.

    Florish, Horrid Musike.  Enter Death, Gri., and Furies.

Gri.  If in charnell houses, Caves,
Horrid grots and mossie graves,
Where the mandraks hideous howles
Welcome bodies voide of soules,
My power extends, why may not I
Hugg those who are condemd to dy? 
Grimme Dispaire, arise and bring
Horror with thee and the king
Of our dull regions; bid the rest
Of your Society be addrest,
As they feare the frowne of chaunce,
To grace this presense with a daunce.

    Recorders.  Enter Hymen and the Lovers.