and be worth nothing,
     Not worth a blessing, nor a Bell to knell for thee,
     A sheet to cover thee, but that thou Stealest,
     Stealest from the Merchant, and the Ring he was buried with
     Stealest from his Grave, do you smell me now?

     Die.

     Have mercy on me!

     Bar.

     No Psalm of mercy shall hold me from hanging thee. 
     How do ye like your Breakfast? ’tis but short, Gentlemen,
     But sweet and healthfull; Your punishment, and yours, Sir,
     For some near reasons that concern my Credit,
     I will take to my self.

     Am.

     Doe Sir, and spare not: 
     I have been too good a wife, and too obedient,
     But since ye dare provoke me to be foolish—­

     Lea.

     She has, yes, and too worthie of your usage,
     Before the world I justifie her goodness,
     And turn that man, that dares but taint her vertues,
     To my Swords point; that lying man, that base man,
     Turn him, but face to face, that I may know him.

     Bar.

     What have I here?

     Lea.

     A Gentleman, a free man,
     One that made trial of this Ladies constancie,
     And found it strong as fate; leave off your fooling,
     For if you follow this course, you will be Chronicled.

     Enter Jamy and Assistant.

     For a devil, whilst a Saint she is mentioned,
     You know my name indeed; I am now no Lawyer.

     Die.

     Some comfort now, I hope, or else would I were hanged up. 
     And yet the Judge, he makes me sweat.

     Bar.

     What news now?

     Jam.

     I will justifie upon my life and credit
     What you have heard, for truth, and will make proof of.

     Assist.

     I will be ready at the appointed hour there,
     And so I leave ye.

     Bar.

     Stay I beseech your worship,
     And do but hear me.

     Jam.

     Good Sir, intend this business,
     And let this bawling fool, no more words lawyer,
     And no more angers, for I guess your reasons,
     This Gentleman, I’le justifie in all places,
     And that fair Ladies worth; let who dare cross it. 
     The Plot was cast by me, to make thee jealous,
     But not to wrong your wife, she is fair and vertuous.

     Die.

     Take us to mercy too, we beseech your honour,
     We shall be justified the way of all flesh else.

     Jam.

     No more talk, nor no more dissention lawyer,
     I know your anger, ’tis a vain and slight one,
     For if you doe, I’le lay your whole life open,
     A life that all the world shall—­I’le bring witness,
     And rip before a Judge the ulcerous villanies,
     You know I know ye, and I can bring witness.