_Man_. He is my murtherer For I am none, so lett my Innocence guard me. I never spake with a distracted voice; Nere fell to him on my knees; spake of no father, No murtherd father. He's alive as I am, And some foule divell stands at the fellowes elbow, Jogging him to this mischefe. The Villaine belyes me, And on my knees, my lord, I beg that I And my white Innocence may tread the path Beaten out before us by that man, my brother. Command a case of rapiers to be sent for, And lett me meete his daring. I know him valiant; But I am doubly armd, both with a Courage Fiery as his can be, and with a cause That spitts his accusation full in the face. _Mac_. The combate in this case cannot be granted, And here's the reason: when a man accuses A frend, much more a brother, for a fact So foule as murther (murther of a father), The Law leapes straight way to the Challenger To take his part. Say he that doth accuse Should be decrepitt, lame and weake, or sickly, The other strong and lusty; thinke you a kingdome Will hazard so a subject, when the quarrell Is for a kingdomes right? If y'are so valiant You then must call the law into the field But not the man. _Man_. I have done; let law proceed. _Mac_. This cannot serve your turne, say he does belye you; He stakes against your body his owne soule. Say there is no such murther, yet the Law Fastens on you; for any man accusd For killing of his father may be rackd To draw confession from him. Will you confesse? _Man_. I cannot, must not, will not. _Mac_. Jaylour, take & prepare him for the racke: Wele see it done here. _Hen_. You are righteous Judges. _Man_. Oh villaine, villaine, villaine! [_Exit with the Jaylour_. _Med_. Where's the wrongd Lady? _Alq_. Stand you still at the Barre. You are now another man, sir; your scale turnes. _Fernando fetches in Eleonora_. _Mac_. Looke on the prisoner: doe you know him, Lady? _Ele_. Would I had nere had cause to say I know him. _Mac_. Of what doe you accuse him? _Ele_. As the murtherer Both of my name and honour. In the hurry, When the Citty (they said) was ready to be taken, I being betrothed to this young gentleman, My father brought me to his father's house, Telling me their dwelt safety.--There dwelt villany, Treason, lust, basenes! for this godlesse man (The storme being ore) came in & forcd from me The Jewell of my virgin honour. _Hen_. False! _Fer_. I would not have thee thinke (thou graceles wretch) She, being contracted to thee, loving thee, Loving thee far more dearly then her selfe, Would wound her vertue soe, so blott her fame And bring a scandall on my house & me, Were not the fact most true. _Hen_. Most false by all that ever man can sweare by. We falling out, I told her once I nere Would marry her; & soe she workes this mischiefe. _Gyr_. You here stand chargd for ravishing her, & you Must marry her or she may have your life.