_Lady_. Why, this seemd both To his obedience; but relinquish that And come to Conscience: does it not comaund In its strict Canons to exact no more Then blood for blood, unlesse you doe extort Worse then an usurer. For _Thurstons_ life I offer myne, which if it be to meane To appease your Justice, let it satisfie Your mercie. Spare my Sonn and I shall goe As willingly to death as to my rest After a painfull child birthe. Looke on him! How fitt the subiect is to invite your pittie! What Tyrant hand would cut this Cedar up Ere its full groath (at which it stately head Would give a shade to heaven), or pluck this Rose As yet scarce blossomd? _Sir Gef_. Hum, what says _Bunch_? _Lady_. Mercy wilbe proud T'infold him gently in her Ivory armes, And, as she walkes along with him, each word He speakes sheele greedily catch at with a kisse From his soft lipps such as the amorous Fawnes Enforce on the light Satyrs. Let[130] me dy Who, like the palme, when consious that tis void Of fruite and moysture, prostratly doe begg A Charitable headsman. _Sir Hu_. So bad a cause Deserves not to be pleaded thus. Deere madam, Greife overwhelmes me for you, that your guilt Has damp'd the eyes of mercy and undone All intercession. Please you desist: We must proceed to th'examination Of the other prisoners.-- Sir _Geffrey_, we shall need your grave assistance: Sir _Geffrey_, be more attentive. _Sir Gef_. Tis very necessary. I wilbe sworne she did bewitch me; I thinke I was almost asleepe. But now to yee, I faith; come on, what can you say that Judgment shall not passe against you? _Tho_. Sir, you are the Judge here? _Sir Hu_. Yes, sir, why question you my power? _Tho_. Noe, scarlett man, I question thy witt, At least thy Humanity and the Conscience That dares imagine to destroy this wealth, To hang this matchless diamond in the eare Of _Ethiope_ Death. Send him to file thy house, Strike with his dart thy Children and thy selfe, Gray bearded miscreant, whose best acts compard With _Thurstons_ murder (cause this lady did [it]) Are full iniquity. [_Suc_.[131] The man speaks home and boldly.] _Sir Hu_. Sir, you are fitter for a Jayle, a Bedlam, Then to stand free before us. What? art thou mad, man? _Sir Gef_. Yes, what are you, Sir. I aske to, though I know y[ou well] enough. What are you? _Tho_. I am one, To expresse my selfe in my true character, Soe full of civill reason and iust truth That to denie my owne peculiar act I should esteeme as base and black a sinne As _Scythians_[132] doe adultery: twas I That gave this lady councell to invade That _Thurstons_ life, and out of cowardise, Feareing my person, set this bold young man To be his murderer. Ime the principall, The very source from whence this brooke of bloode Fetches its spring. _Sir Hu_. Still more of the conspiracy! Sir, what say You to these designements? _Suc_. Say, sir, you slew the man in equall duell: Twill bring you off, I warrant you.