_Tho_. O thinke not soe: those words Retaine affinity with that passion I hop'd youd left. The greatest of your Sinns Mercy will smile at, when you doe implore Its unconsuming grace: the dullest cloud Will, when you pray, be active as the ayre In opening to receive that breath to heaven Thats spent to purge your ills. Why, you may live To make a faire lustration for your faults And die a happie Convert. _[Ho]llow within_: Follow, follow, follow! that way he went. _Enter Young Marlowe, Alexander, [Consta]ble and [office]rs_. _Y. M_. Hell, I will flie no farther; since my hand Is guilt in murder it shall sacrifice Some of my apprehenders. _Tho_. Whats the matter? Deare Sir, what ayles you? _Lady_. O my Sonne! I feare. _Alex_. Stand back, goe to; what meanes this rudenes. I say goe to, keepe back. _Con_. Sir, we must enter: here he is. I charge you Asist us to lay hold on him. _Lady_. Why, how now, Fellowes? what makes you presse in here thus rudely? Whom do you follow? _Con_. Madam, Ime sorry my authority Enforces me to doe it: your sonn iust now Has slaine one Mr. _Thurstone_, and the law Commaunds us apprehend him. _Y. M_. Here take my sword: When I but doe waigh the iustnes of the cause For which I suffer, though I could escape, My Conscience would forbid me. Come, Ile goe Whither you please. _Lady_. Stay, officers; all accessaries are As liable to punishment for murder As those who act it. I confesse twas I Enforcd my son to slay that gentleman. Your warrant extends to take me with him. _Tho_. Alas, beleive her not; greife for her sonne Has made her franticke. _Lady_. By heaven tis truth! If you refuse to execute your office I shall confesse my act unto the Judg And soe condemne you of partiality. My Sonn knowes this is truth. _Y. M_. I must acknowledge Mr. _Alexander_ oft did instigate me To kill him. _Con_. Sir, you must clere your selfe of this. _Alex_. Who? I? Goe, take the babe from its Mothers teat and taxe him with this crime. I accessary to a murder! goe to. _Con_. Why, and goe to, sir, and avoid resistance; You must goe. Will your ladiship walke with us? _Lady_. Yes, most willingly. I doe this most abhorrid life despise Since tis to iustice a iust sacrifice. [_Exeunt omnes_. (SCENE 2.) _A Table: Enter Judge,[127] Sir Geffery, Crackbie, Suckett, and Bunch_. _Sir Hu_. I doe admire this accident: since I have sat Judge I have not knowne any such tryall. _Sir Gef_. Tis certaine, sir; but looke you, sir, Ile tell you. You do perceive me sir: as Ime a gentleman I lov'd the lady; but she, out of her pride, I thinke, or else I were to b[lame] to say soe, scornd me. Marke you that, sir? understand you that? _Sir Hu_. You question my understanding very much, good Sir _Geffe[rey]_. But pray you, sir, being here more conversant then I, c[ould] you informe me how this quarrell grew twixt her [and Mr.] _Thurston_?