_Fer_. Peace, _Eleonora_; I have thought the Course. If you dare justify the accusation You shall to _Sherrys_, and then before the Judges Plead your owne cause. _Hen_. And there Ile answer it. _Fer_. There, if you prove the Rape, he shalbe forcd Eyther to satisfy you by marriage Or else to loose his periurd head. _Hen_. I am content. And instantly I will away to _Sherrys_, There to appeale to the high Court of Justice: 'Tis time, I thinke, such slanderous accusations Assayling me; but there I shalbe righted. _Fer_. You shall not need to doubt it:--come, _Eleonora_. [_Exeunt_.[30] _Hen_. What will become of me in this, I know not: I have a shrewd guese though of the worst. Would one have thought the foolish ape would putt The finger in the eye & tell it daddy! 'Tis a rare guift 'mong many maides of these dayes; If she speed well she'le bring it to a Custome, Make her example followed to the spoyle Of much good sport: but I meane to looke to't. Now, sir, your newes? _Enter Buzzano_. _Buz_. The most delicious, rare, absolute newes that ere came out of _France_, sir! _Hen_. What's done there? have they forsaken the Divell & all his fashions? banishd their Taylors & Tyrewomen? _Buz_. You had a father & a Brother there; & can you first thinke upon the Divell & his Limetwiggs. _Hen_. Had, _Buzzano_? had a father & a Brother there? have I not so, still, _Buzzano_? _Buz_. No, sir, your Elder Brother is-- _Hen_. What? speake, _Buzzano_: I imagine, dead. _Buz_. Nay, you shall give me something by your leave; you shall pay the poast:--good newes for nothing? _Hen_. Here, here, _Buzzano_; speake quickly, crowne me with the felicity of a younger brother: is he dead, man? _Buz_. No, he's come home very well, sir; doe you thinke I goe on dead men's errands. _Hen_. Pox on the Buzzard! how he startled my bloud! _Buz_. But he is very weary & very pensive, sir; talkes not at all, but calls for his bed;--pray God your Father be not dead!--and desires when you come in to have you his Bedfellow, for he hath private speech with ye. _Hen_, Well, sir, you that are so apt to take money for newes, beware how you reflect one word, sillable or thought concerning _Eleonora_: you knowe what I meane? _Bus_. Yes, & meane what you know, sir. _Hen_. What's that? _Buz_. Ile keepe your Counsaile _Hen_. My life goes for it else. {_Exeunt_. _Actus Quartus_. (SCENE 1.) _Enter Henrico (as newly risen)_. _Hen_. _Buzzano_! slave! _Buzzano_! _Enter Buzzano with Cloake & Rapier_. _Buz_. Signior, what a buzzing you make, as if you were a fly at Bartholomew-tyde at a Butchers stall: doe you think I am deafe? _Hen_. No, but blind; do'st sleepe as thou goest? _Buz_. No, but I goe as I sleepe, & that's scurvily. _Hen_. Call my brother Manuell. _Buz_. Brother _Manuell_! _Hen_. How? pray (goodman rascall) how long have he & you bene Brothers?