_Scrib_. Rather torture mee With any violent deathe. _Tread_. Leive them in trust And chardge of this grave reverent gentleman, Untill you heire the sentence of the coort. _Ashb_. I willingly accept theire patronadge: Heere att my howse they shall have meate and harbour. _Raph_. Nobly spoke: Meane tyme hale these to'th coort. _Mild_. My _Palestra_, What? not one woord of pitye? _Raph_. Stopp his mouthe. _Mild_. My _Scribonia_, Wilt thou intreate them neather? _Tread_. Tyme's but trifled; Away with them to justyce! _Mild_. Take my skinne then, Synce nothinge else is left mee. _Clown_. That's rotten allredy and will neather make goodd leather nor parchement ... theire. [_Exeunt_. _Ashb_. Com, damsalls, followe mee where I shall leade: I have a cross wyfe at home I tell you that, But one that I presume will not bee jealous Of too such harmeles sowles. _Pal_. You are to us A patron and defender. _Scrib_. Bounde unto you Not as an host but father. [_Exeunt_. SCENA 3. _Enter the Lord de Averne, his Lady, Dennis and the waytinge mayde_. _Lord Av_. Are all thinges redye as I gave in chardge? _Denys_. Redy, syr. _Lord Av_. Inoughe; and you deliver'd it To his owne hands? _Mayde_. I did. _Lord Av_. Howe did hee tak't? _Mayde_. With smiles and seeminge joy. _Lord Av_. Sorrowe and shame I feare will bee the sadd end on't. _Lady Av_. Syr, you'r troubled. _Lord Av_. I would not have you so; pray, to your rest; You shall remove mee from all jelosyes If you betake you to your sowndest sleeps, And without more inquiry. _Lady Av_. Syr, remember That all offences are not woorthy deathe: Fellowny, murder, treason and such lyke Of that grosse nature maye be capitall; Not folly, error, trespasse. _Lord Av_. You advyse well, Lett mee advyse you lyke-wyse: instantly Retyre in to your chamber, without noyse Reply or question, least part of that rage Is bent gainst him you turne upon your self, Which is not for your safety. _Lady Av_. Syr, good night. [_Exit_.[113] _Lord Av_. How goes the hower? _Denis_. Tis almost tenn. _Lord Av_. The tyme of our appointment: you attend Upon his knocks and give him free admittans; Beinge entred, refer him into this place; That doon, returne then to your Ladye's chamber There locke your self fast in. _Mayde_. My lorde, I shall.-- Poore fryare, I feare theyl put thee to thy penance Before they have confest thee. _Lord Av_. Come, withdrawe; The watchwoordes not yet given. _Enter the Fryar with a letter_.