_Cha._ And then to cleere my selfe, That his great wealth was not the marke I shot at, 105 But that I held it, when faire _Beaumelle_ Fell from her vertue, like the fatall gold Which _Brennus_ tooke from _Delphos_, whose possession Brought with it ruine to himselfe and Army. Heer’s one in Court, _Baumont_, by whom I sent 110 All graunts and writings backe, which made it mine, Before his daughter dy’d by his owne sentence, As freely as vnask’d he gaue it to me. _Bau._ They are here to be seene. _Charmi._ Open the casket. Peruse that deed of gift. _Rom._ Halfe of the danger 115 Already is discharg’d: the other part As brauely, and you are not onely free, But crownd with praise for euer. _Du Croy._ ’Tis apparent. _Charmi._ Your state, my Lord, againe is yours. _Roch._ Not mine, I am not of the world, if it can prosper, 120 (And being iustly got, Ile not examine Why it should be so fatall) doe you bestow it On pious vses. Ile goe seeke a graue. And yet for proofe, I die in peace, your pardon I aske, and as you grant it me, may Heauen 125 Your conscience, and these Iudges free you from What you are charg’d with. So farewell for euer.-- _Exit Roch._ _Nouall se._ Ile be mine owne guide. Passion, nor example Shall be my leaders. I haue lost a sonne, A sonne, graue Iudges, I require his blood 130 From his accursed homicide. _Charmi._ What reply you In your defence for this?