_King._ We must look on The cause, and not the persons. Yet beholding With an impartial eye, th' excelling beauties Of this fair Lady, which we did believe Upon report, but till now never saw 'em, It moves a strange kind of compassion in me; Let us survey you nearer, she's a book To be with care perus'd; and 'tis my wonder, If such mishapen guests, as lust and murther, At any price should ever find a lodging In such a beauteous Inne! Mistake us not, Though we admire the outward structure, if The rooms be foul within, expect no favour. I were no man, if I could look on beautie Distress'd, without some pity; but no King, If any superficial gloss of feature Could work me to decline the course of Justice. But to the cause, _Cleander's_ death, what proofs Can you produce against her? _Ber._ Royal Sir, touching that point my Brothers death, We build on suppositions. _King._ Suppositions? how? Is such a Lady Sir to be condemn'd On suppositions? _Ber._ They are well grounded Sir: And if we make it evident she is guilty Of the first crime we charge her with, Adulterie, That being the parent, it may find belief, That murther was the issue. _King._ We allow It may be so; but that it may be, must not Infer a necessary consequence To cast away a Ladies life. What witnesses To make this good? _Ber._ The principal, this woman, For many years her servant; she hath taken Her oath in Court. Come forward. _King._ By my Crown a lying face. _Clar._ I swore Sir for the King: And if you are the partie, as I do Believe you are, for you have a good face, How ever mine appears, swearing for you Sir, I ought to have my oath pass. _King._ Impudent too? well, what have you sworn? _Clar._ That this Lady was A goodly tempting Lady, as she is: How thinks your Majestie? and I her servant, Her officer as one would say, and trusted With her closest Chamber-service; that _Lisander_ Was a fine timber'd Gentleman, and active, That he cou'd do fine gambolls To make a Lady merrie; that this pair, A very loving couple, mutually Affected one another: so much for them Sir. That I, a simple waiting-woman, having taken My bodily oath, the first night of admittance Into her Ladiships service, on her slippers, (That was the book) to serve her will in all things, And to know no Religion but her pleasure, 'Tis not yet out of fashion with some Ladies; That I, as the premisses shew, being commanded To do my function, in conveyance of _Lisander_ to her chamber, (my Lord absent, On a pretended sickness) did the feat, (It cannot be deny'd) and at dead mid-night Left 'em together: what they did, some here Can easily imagine! I have said, Sir. _Dor._ The Devils Oratrix. _King._ Then you confess you were her Bawd?