_Sir Gef_. Answere, you youth of valour, you that dare See men of credit bleede. Ha! _Y. M_. Sir, I am to dy, and should I now speake false Twould be a maine addicon to the ill What I alone comitted: for this man, Howsoere his fury does transport his tongue, Hees guiltlesse on't: I must confesse my Mother Did, for some private wrong which he had don, Wish me to call him to account; but this Steward did with all violence sollicit That I should slay him. _Alex_. Whoe? I? goe to; ist come to this? _Sir Hu_. Sir, you must answer this. _Sir Gef_. Marke how the mischeife lookes. _Alex_. I doe defie thy mallice, thou falce Judge. Goe to; my [Mrs.] I appeal to, she that knowes my vertue and Integrity. _Sir Hu_. Away with him toth Jayle: a publique Sessions may [ere] long from thence deliver him to the gallowes. _Const_. Come, Sir. [_Exeunt Const, and Alex_. _Sir Hu_. Madam, for you and for your Sonn, your crimes Being soe manifest, I wish you would Prepare your selves for heaven. Meantime you must remaine Saffe prissoners untill the Judges sitt, Who best may give a sentence on your fact. _Tho_. And what for me? _Sir Gef_. I, what for him, Mr Justice? _Sir Hu_. Sure your words Rather proceed from some distraction Then from similitude of truth. You may Begon, we do quitt you. _Tho_. And Ile quit my selfe Of what you will not, [of] my hated life. You have condemnd a lady who may claime As many slaves to wait on her in death As the most superstitious _Indian_ prince (That carries servants to attend ith grave) Can by's prerogative; nor shall she want Waiters, while you and I, my reverend Judg, Are within reach of one another. [_Offers att the Record_. _Suc_. Death, Sir! Dare you presume to draw before us men Of stout performance? _Sir Gef_. You sir, weele have you hangd to, sir, with the Steward. _Sir Hu_. We doe forgive him; twas his passion. Tis manly to forbeare infirmities In noble soules. Away with the delinquents, officers![133] _Sir Gef_.[134] I charge you looke to them: there is some rescue intended, I warrant you. _Con_. Sir, yonder are some six or seaven without, Attird like Masquers, that will not be denied Admittance. _Sir Hu_. What are they? _Con_. [Faith[135]] we know not, Nor will they tell us, only this they say: Heareing of the lady _Marlowe's_ condemnation, They are come With shew of death to make her more prepard fort. _Sir Hu_. We will deny none of her freinds to see her; They can intend noe rescue. _Con_. Noe, my life ont, sir: they come unarm'd. _Sir Hu_. Be still; letts see this misterie. _Florish, Horrid Musike. Enter Death, Gri., and Furies_.