_Doug._ For what offence? for what default of ours? Art thou incenst so sore against our state? 2110 Can generous hearts in nature bee so sterne To pray on those that neuer did offend? What tho the Lyon, (king of brutish race, Through outrage sinne, shall lambes be therefore slaine? Or is it lawfull that the humble die, Because the mightie do gainsay the right? O English King, thou bearest in thy brest, The King of beasts, that harmes not yeelding ones, The Roseall crosse is spred within thy field, A signe of peace, not of reuenging warre: 2120 Be gracious then vnto this little towne, And tho we haue withstood thee for a while, To shew alleageance to our liefest liege, Yet since wee know no hope of any helpe, Take vs to mercie, for wee yeeld our selues. _Ari._ What shall I enter then and be your Lord? _Doug._ We will submit vs to the English king. _They descend downe, open the gates, and humble them._ _Arius._ Now life and death dependeth on my sword: This hand now reard, my _Douglas_ if I list, 2130 Could part thy head and shoulders both in twaine: But since I see thee wise and olde in yeares, True to thy king, and faithfull in his warres, Liue thou and thine, _Dambar_ is too too small, To giue an entrance to the English king, I Eaglelike disdaine these little soules, And looke on none but those that dare resist, Enter your towne as those that liue by me, For others that resist, kill, forrage, spoyle: Mine English souldiers, as you loue your king, 2140 Reuenge his daughters death, and do me right. _Exeunt_, _Enter the Lawyer, the Merchant, and the Diuine._ _V. iv._ _Lawyer._ My friends, what thinke you of this present state, Were euer seene such changes in a time? The manners and the fashions of this age, Are like the _Ermine_ skinne so full of spots, As soone may the Moore bee washed white, Then these corruptions bannisht from this Realme. _Merch._ What sees mas Lawyer in this state amisse? 2150 _Law._ A wresting power that makes a nose of wax, Of grounded lawe, a damde and subtile drift, In all estates to clime by others losse, An eager thrift of wealth, forgetting trueth, Might I ascend vnto the highest states, And by discent discouer euery crime, My friends I should lament, and you would greeue To see the haplesse ruines of this Realme.