_Scæna Quinta._ _Enter two Marshals._ 1. Are the Combatants come in? [_The Scaffold set out, and the stairs._ 2. Yes. 1. Make the field clear there. 2. That's done too. 1. Then to the prisoner: the grand Master's coming, Let's see that all be ready there. 2. Too ready. How ceremonious our very ends are! Alas, sweet Lady, If she be innocent, [_Florish._ No doubt but justice will direct her Champion Away: I hear 'em come: 1. Pray heaven she prosper. _Enter_ Valetta, Norandine, Astor., Castriot, _&c._ _Val._ Give Captain _Norandine_ a chair. _Nor._ I thank your Lordship. _Val._ Sit Sir, and take your ease: your hurts require it You come to see a womans cause decided That's all the knowledge now, or name I have for her: They say a false, a base, and treacherous woman, And partly prov'd too. _Nor._ Pity it should be so: And if your Lordship durst ask my opinion, Sure, I should answer no, so much I honor her: And answer't with my life too: But _Gomera_ Is a brave Gentleman; the other valiant, And if he be not good, dogs gnaw his flesh off, And one above 'em both will find the truth out. He never fails, Sir. _Val._ That's the hope rests with me. _Nor._ How nature and his honor struggle in him! A sweet, clear, noble Gentleman. [_Within, make room there._ _Guard._ Make room there. _Val._ Go up, and what you have to say, say there. _Enter_ Oriana, Ladies, Executioner, Abdella, _and Guard_.