_Clar._ That's course, her Agent Sir. _King._ So, goodie Agent? and you think there is No punishment due for you[r] agentship? _Clar._ Let her suffer first, Being my better, for adulterie, And I'le endure the Mulct impos'd on Bawds, Call it by the worst name. _Cal._ Live I to hear this? _King._ Take her aside. Your answer to this Lady? _Cal._ Heav'n grant me patience: to be thus confronted, (O pardon Royal Sir a womans passion) By one, and this the worst of my mis-fortunes, That was my slave, but never to such ends Sir, Would give a statue motion into furie: Let my pass'd life, my actions, nay intentions, Be by my grand accuser justly censur'd, (For her I scorn to answer) and if they Yield any probability of truth In that she urges, then I will confess A guilty cause; the peoples voyce, which is The voyce of truth, my husbands tenderness In his affection to me, that no dotage But a reward, of humbleness, the friendship Echo'd through _France_ between him and _Lisander_, All make against her; for him, in his absence, (What ever imputation it draw on me) I must take leave to speak: 'tis true, he lov'd me, But not in such a wanton way, his reason Master'd his passions: I grant I had At mid-night conference with him; but if he Ever receiv'd a farther favour from me, Than what a Sister might give to a Brother, May I sink quick: and thus much, did he know The shame I suffer for him, with the loss Of his life for appearing, on my soul He would maintain. _Enter_ Lisander, _and_ Alcidon. _Lisa._ And will, thou clear example of womens pureness. _King._ Though we hold her such, Thou hast express'd thy self a desperate fool, To thrust thy head into the Lions jawes, The justice of thy King. _Lisa._ I came prepar'd for't, And offer up a guilty life to clear Her innocence; the oath she took, I swear to; And for _Cleander's_ death, to purge my self From any colour malice can paint on me, Or that she had a hand in't, I can prove That fatal night when he in his own house fell, And many daies before, I was distant from it A long daies journey. _Clarin._ I am caught. _Ber._ If so, How came your sword into this stewards hands? stand forth. _Mal._ I have heard nothing that you spake: I know I must dye, and what kind of death Pray you resolve me, I shall go away else In a qualm; I am very faint. _Enter_ Leon, _Servants, and Guard._ _King._ Carry him off, his fear will kill him. [_Ex. with_ Mal.