_Memb._ One, no guard Can put back from access, whose tongue no threats Nor praises can silence, a bold suitor, and For that which if you are your self, a King, You were made so to grant it, Justice, Justice. _Thier._ With what assurance dare you hope for that Which is deny'd to me? or how can I Stand bound to be just, unto such as are Beneath me, that find none from those that are Above me? _Memb._ There is justice, 'twere unfit That any thing but vengeance should fall on him, That by his giving way to more than murther, (For my dear fathers death was parricide) Makes it his own. _Brun._ I charge you hear her not. _Memb._ Hell cannot stop just prayers from ent'ring heaven, I must and will be heard Sir; but remember That he that by her plot fell, was your brother, And the place where, your Palace, against all Th' inviolable rites of hospitality, Your word, a Kings word, given up for his safety, His innocence, his protection, and the gods Bound to revenge the impious breach of such So great and sacred bonds; and can you wonder, (That in not punishing such a horrid murther You did it) that heavens favour is gone from you? Which never will return, until his bloud Be wash'd away in hers. _Brun._ Drag hence the wretch. _Thier._ Forbear, with what variety Of torments do I meet! oh thou hast open'd A Book, in which writ down in bloudy Letters, My conscience finds that I am worthy of More than I undergoe, but I'll begin For my _Ordella_'s sake, and for thine own To make less heavens great anger: thou hast lost A father, I to thee am so; the hope Of a good Husband, in me have one; nor Be fearful I am still no man, already That weakness is gone from me. _Brun._ That it might [_Aside._ Have ever grown inseparably upon thee, What will you do? Is such a thing as this Worthy the lov'd _Ordella_'s place, the daughter Of a poor Gardener? _Memb._ Your Son. _Thier._ The power To take away that lowness is in me. _Brun._ Stay yet, for rather than [that] thou shalt add Incest unto thy other sins, I will With hazard of my own life, utter all, _Theodoret_ was thy Brother. _Thier._ You deny'd it Upon your oath, nor will I now believe you, Your Protean turnings cannot change my purpose. _Memb._ And for me, be assur'd the means to be Reveng'd on thee, vile hag, admits no thought, But what tends to it. _Brun._ Is it come to that? Then have at the last refuge: art thou grown Insensible in [i]ll, that thou goest on Without the least compunction? there, take that To witness, that thou hadst a mother, which Foresaw thy cause of grief, and sad repentance, That so soon after blest _Ordella_'s death Without a tear thou canst imbrace another, Forgetful man.