_Dor._ Sir, 'twas my ambition, My Daughters reputation being wounded I'th' general opinion, to have it Cur'd by a publick trial; I had else Forborn your Majesties trouble: I'le bring forth _Cleander's_ murtherer, in a wood I heard him As I rode sadly by, unto himself With some compunction, though this devil had none, Lament what he had done, cursing her lust, That drew him to that blody fact. _Le._ To lessen The foulness of it, for which I know justly I am to suffer, and with my last breath To free these innocents, I do confess all; This wicked woman only guilty with me. _Clari._ Is't come to this? thou puling Rogue, dye thou With prayers in thy mouth; I'le curse the laws By which I suffer, all I grieve for is, That I dye unreveng'd. _Leon._ But one word more Sir, And I have done; I was by accident where _Lisander_ met with _Cloridon_, and _C[h]rysanthes_, Was an ear witness when he sought for peace, Nay, begg'd it upon colder terms than can Almost find credit, his past deeds considered, But they deaf to his reasons, severally Assaulted him, but such was his good fortune, That both fell under it; upon my death I take it uncompel'd, that they were guilty Of their own violent ends; and he against His will, the instrument. _Alci._ This I will swear too, for I was not far off. _Dor._ They have alledg'd As much to wake your sleeping mercy, Sir, As all the Advocates of _France_ can plead In his defence. _King._ The criminal judge shall sentence These to their merits--with mine own hand, Lady, I take you from the bar and do my self Pronounce you innocent. [_Ex. with_ Leon, _and_ Clari. _All._ Long live the King. _King._ And to confirm you stand high in our favour, And as some recompence for what you have With too much rigour in your trial suffered; Ask what you please, becoming me to grant, And be possest of 't. _Cal._ Sir, I dare not doubt Your royal promise, in a King it is A strong assurance, that emboldens me Upon my humble knees to make my boon, _Lisander's_ pardon. _Dor._ My good _Genius_ did prompt her to it. _Le[m]._ At your feet thus prostrate, I second her petition. _Alci._ Never King Pour'd forth his mercie on a worthier subject. _Ber._ To witness my repentance for the wrong In my unjust suspicion I did both; I join in the same suit. _Lis._ The life you give, Still ready to lay down for your service, Shall be against your enemies imploy'd, Nor hazarded in brawles. _All._ Mercie, dread Sir.