_Cha._ I am ready. _Scaena 3._ _Enter Du Croy_, _Charmi_, _Rochfort_, _Nouall se._ _Pontalier_, _Baumont_. _Nou. se._ See, equall Iudges, with what confidence The cruel murtherer stands, as if he would Outface the Court and Iustice! _Roch._ But looke on him. And you shall find, for still methinks I doe, Though guilt hath dide him black, something good in him, 5 That may perhaps worke with a wiser man Then I haue beene, againe to set him free And giue him all he has. _Charmi._ This is not well. I would you had liu’d so, my Lord that I, Might rather haue continu’d your poore seruant, 10 Then sit here as your Iudge. _Du Croy_ I am sorry for you. _Roch._ In no act of my life I haue deseru’d This iniury from the court, that any heere Should thus vnciuilly vsurpe on what Is proper to me only. _Du Cr._ What distaste 15 Receiues my Lord? _Roch._ You say you are sorry for him: A griefe in which I must not haue a partner: ’Tis I alone am sorry, that I rays’d The building of my life for seuenty yeeres Vpon so sure a ground, that all the vices 20 Practis’d to ruine man, though brought against me, Could neuer vndermine, and no way left To send these gray haires to the graue with sorrow. Vertue that was my patronesse betrayd me: For entring, nay, possessing this young man, 25 It lent him such a powerfull Maiesty To grace what ere he vndertooke, that freely I gaue myselfe vp with my liberty, To be at his disposing; had his person Louely I must confesse, or far fain’d valour, 30 Or any other seeming good, that yet Holds a neere neyghbour-hood, with ill wrought on me, I might haue borne it better: but when goodnesse And piety it selfe in her best figure Were brib’d to by destruction, can you blame me, 35 Though I forget to suffer like a man, Or rather act a woman? _Bau._ Good my Lord. _Nou. se._ You hinder our proceeding. _Charmi._ And forget The parts of an accuser. _Bau._ Pray you remember To vse the temper which to me you promis’d. 40 _Roch._ Angels themselues must breake _Baumont_, that promise Beyond the strength and patience of Angels. But I haue done, my good Lord, pardon me A weake old man, and pray adde to that A miserable father, yet be carefull 45 That your compassion of my age, nor his, Moue you to anything, that may dis-become The place on which you sit. _Charmi._ Read the Inditement.