_Atlan._ You are impartiall, and we doe appeale From you to Iudges more indifferent: You are all men, and in this weightie businesse, Graue Women should haue sate as Iudges with you. _Aur._ ’Tis true, ’tis true: Let vs haue iustice. _Attic._ It is decreed already; attend the iudgement. _Aur._ Yet at the last let your _Aurelia_ kneele, And for the Ofspring of your loynes and mine, Begge fauour. _Attic._ Peace. _Aur._ You alwayes haue bin iust In other causes; Will you in your owne Be so vniust, seuere, nay tyrannous? The very Beasts, by naturall instinct, Preserue their issue; and will you be then, More cruell and vnnaturall then they? _Attic._ Arise; and know, A King is like a Starre, By which each Subiect, as a Mariner, Must steere his course. Iustice in Vs is ample, From whom Inferiors will deriue example. _Aur._ Oh, be not so obdurate! _Attic._ I’le heare no more. _Atlan._ Yet, gracious Sir, for my indeuouring paines, (Though fruitlesse now) let mee (a Stranger) beg One boone—— _Attic._ But not the freedome of _Leonida_. _Atlan._ Since she must die; I beg she may not basely Be hurried forth amongst vnciuill men; But that your Queene, and I, and some few others, With any one of your attendant Lords, May see her execution. _Attic._ Take your desire. _Leo._ The blessed Heauens be thankfull to _Atlanta_. _Lis._ And crowne her with all blessings. _Attic._ Take my thanks too. And now, my Lords, proceed, And giue your finall censure. _Exit Attic._ _Cornets, a flourish._ _Au._ Come, _Atlanta_, come; Teares fill mine eyes, and Griefe doth strike me dumbe. _Exit Aur. Atlan. and all the Women._ _1. Iudge._ _Leonida_, By the iudgement of this Court, You are found guiltie as the Principall, In the offence committed; for which, we doome you (According to the Lawes of this our Iland) To lose your Head. _2. Iudge._ And you withall, _Lisandro_, By the like Law, must within fifteene daies, Betake you to perpetuall banishment. _Leo._ Welcome, sweet death. _Lis._ Nothing can expiate The Kings seuere Decree, and Her Hard fate. _Exeunt._ ACT. IIII. _Enter_ Iago _and_ Sforza, _seuerall_. _Sfor._ Health to your Honour. _Iag._ Noble _Sforza_, thankes. _Sfor._ Haue you not heard the newes? _Iag._ Of what, my Lord? _Sfor._ _Lisandro_, and the Princesse. _Iag._ Not as yet. _Sfor._ Then I’le resolue you. _Iag._ Pray you doe, my Lord. _Sfor._ The Aduocates both vsed their vtmost skill, To iustifie and quit the Sex they stood for, With arguments, and reasons so profound On eyther side, that it was hard to say, Which way the scale of Iustice would incline.