_Cha._ How pity steales vpon me! should I heare her But ten words more, I were lost--one knocks, go in. _Knock within. Exit Beaumelle. Enter Rochfort._ That to be mercifull should be a sinne. O, sir, most welcome. Let me take your cloake, I must not be denyed--here are your robes, 80 As you loue iustice once more put them on: There is a cause to be determind of That doe’s require such an integrity, As you haue euer vs’d--ile put you to The tryall of your constancy, and goodnesse: 85 And looke that you that haue beene Eagle-eyd In other mens affaires, proue not a Mole In what concernes your selfe. Take you your seate: I will be for you presently. _Exit._ _Roch._ Angels guard me, To what strange Tragedy does this destruction 90 Serue for a Prologue? _Enter Charaloys with Nouals body. Beaumelle, Baumont._ _Cha._ So, set it downe before The Iudgement seate, and stand you at the bar: For me? I am the accuser. _Roch._ _Nouall_ slayne, And _Beaumelle_ my daughter in the place Of one to be arraign’d. _Cha._ O, are you touch’d? 95 I finde that I must take another course, Feare nothing. I will onely blind your eyes, For Iustice should do so, when ’tis to meete An obiect that may sway her equall doome From what it should be aim’d at.--Good my Lord, 100 A day of hearing. _Roch._ It is granted, speake-- You shall haue iustice. _Cha._ I then here accuse, Most equall Iudge, the prisoner your faire Daughter, For whom I owed so much to you: your daughter, So worthy in her owne parts: and that worth 105 Set forth by yours, to whose so rare perfections, Truth witnesse with me, in the place of seruice I almost pay’d Idolatrous sacrifice To be a false advltresse. _Roch._ With whom? _Cha._ With this _Nouall_ here dead. _Roch._ Be wel aduis’d 110 And ere you say adultresse againe, Her fame depending on it, be most sure That she is one. _Cha._ I tooke them in the act. I know no proofe beyond it. _Roch._ O my heart. _Cha._ A Iudge should feele no passions. _Roch._ Yet remember 115 He is a man, and cannot put off nature. What answere makes the prisoner? _Beau._ I confesse The fact I am charg’d with, and yeeld my selfe Most miserably guilty.