_Charm._ I will, my Lord: to say, the late dead Marshall The father of this young Lord heer, my Clyent, Hath done his Country great and faithfull seruice, Might taske me of impertinence to repeate, What your graue Lordships cannot but remember, 65 He in his life, become indebted to These thriftie men, I will not wrong their credits, By giuing them the attributes they now merit, And fayling by the fortune of the warres, Of meanes to free himselfe, from his ingagements, 70 He was arrested, and for want of bayle Imprisond at their suite: and not long after With losse of liberty ended his life. And though it be a Maxime in our Lawes, All suites dye with the person, these mens malice 75 In death find matter for their hate to worke on, Denying him the decent Rytes of buriall, Which the sworne enemies of the Christian faith Grant freely to their slaues; may it therefore please Your Lordships, so to fashion your decree, 80 That what their crueltie doth forbid, your pittie May giue allowance to. _Nou. Se._ How long haue you Sir Practis’d in Court? _Charmi._ Some twenty yeeres, my Lord. _Nou. Se._ By your grosse ignorance it should appeare, Not twentie dayes. _Charmi._ I hope I haue giuen no cause 85 In this, my Lord-- _Nou. Se._ How dare you moue the Court, To the dispensing with an Act confirmd By Parlament, to the terror of all banquerouts? Go home, and with more care peruse the Statutes: Or the next motion fauoring of this boldnesse, 90 May force you to leape (against your will) Ouer the place you plead at. _Charmi._ I foresaw this. _Rom._ Why does your Lordship thinke, the mouing of A cause more honest then this Court had euer The honor to determine, can deserue 95 A checke like this? _Nou. Se._ Strange boldnes! _Rom._ Tis fit freedome: Or do you conclude, an aduocate cannot hold His credit with the Iudge, vnlesse he study His face more then the cause for which he pleades? _Charmi._ Forbeare. _Rom._ Or cannot you, that haue the power 100 To qualifie the rigour of the Lawes, When you are pleased, take a little from The strictnesse of your fowre decrees, enacted In fauor of the greedy creditors Against the orethrowne debter? _Nou. Se._ Sirra, you that prate 105 Thus sawcily, what are you? _Rom._ Why Ile tell you, Thou purple-colour’d man, I am one to whom Thou owest the meanes thou hast of sitting there A corrupt Elder. _Charmi._ Forbeare.