_Gyr_. Bring _Bustamente_ in. [_Exit Jaylour_. _Mac_. My Lords, here's _Don Fernando_ relates to me Two stories full of wonder; one of his daughter, Fam'd for her vertues, faire _Eleonora_, Accusing _Don Henrico_, youngest sonne To noble _Pedro Guzman_, of a rape; Another of the same _Henrico's_, charging His elder brother _Manuell_ with the murther Of _Pedro Guzman_, who went late to _France_. _Gyr_. Are all the parties here? _Fer_. Yes. [_Exit Fernan_. _Enter Jaylour, Bustamente, Guard_. _Gyr_. Bring them in. _Mac_. _Bustamente_, The King, our master, looking with sharpe eyes, Upon your trayterous yeilding up the fort, Putts off your Tryall here; you must abide Longer imprisonment. _Bust_. I have allready quitted My selfe, my lord, of that which you call Treason, Which had in any here (he doing the like) Bene a high point of honour. _Alq_. These braves[43] cannot serve you. _Gyr_. You must not be your owne Judge. _Mac_. You gave the _English_ More glory by your base ignoble rendring That fort up then our Nation gott from them In all our undertakings. _Bust_. Heare me, my Lords, _Mac_. Sir, sir, w'have other anviles; _Bustamente_, Prepare your selfe for death. _Bust_. For all my service! _All_. Take him away! _Bust_. You are Lyons & I your prey. [_Exit with Jaylour_. _Mac_. Which are _Don Pedro's_ sons? _Enter Fernando, Henrico, Manuell_. _Fer_. These two. _Mac_. Which youngest? _Hen_. I, my Lord. _Enter Jaylour_. _Mac_. You charge this Gentleman, your elder brother, With murther of your father. _Hen_. Which I can prove. _Mac_. And hither flyes a ravisht Ladyes voice To charge you with a Rape; the wronged Daughter Of this most noble Gentleman. _Hen_. Let them prove that _Mac_. These accusations & the proofes shall meete Here face to face, in th' afternoone. Meantime Pray, _Don Fernando_, let it be your care To see these gentlemen attended on By a strong guard. _Fer_. The wrongs done to my selfe Work me, my lord, to that. _Man_. I would your Grace would heare me speake a little. _All_. You shall have time. _Med_. Take them away, And at their Tryall have the Lady here. [_Ex. Fer., Hen., Man., & Jaylour_. _Gyr_. Where is the _Englishman_? _Clarke_. The _Englishman_! _Alq_. What do you call him? _Dick of Devonshire_? _Med_. Because he is a soldier let him have A soldier's honour; bring him from his prison Full in the face of the whole Towne of _Sherrys_, With drums and musketts. _Mac_. How many soldiers are in the Towne? _Clarke_. 5000. _Med_. Let 200 march hither along with him as his guard: where's the _Teniente_? _Ten_. Here, my Lord. _Med_. Pray, see this done & in good order. _Ten_. I shall. [_Exit_. _Enter Don John below_.