our noble house.

_Mac_. Give him the Law then.

_Man_. Ile meete a thousand deaths first.

_Hen_. Plucke, & plucke home, for he's a murtherous Villaine.

_Man_. Thou worse, a divell.

_Mac_. Racke him!

_Man_. Oh stay! for heavens sake spread your mercy!
I doe confesse the murther; I killd my father.

_All_. Take him off!

_Man_. This hand stabbd him.

_Mac_. Where?

_Man_. Neere _St. Germains_
In _Paris_, in a darke night, & then I fled.

_Mac_. Thy owne tongue is thy Judge; take him away:
To-morrow looke to dye: send him a Confessour.

_Jay_. Ile have a holy care of him.

[_Exit Manuell, led by the Jaylour_.

_Hen_. Who's now, my lords, the Villaine?

_Enter Eleonora & Buzzano_.

_Ele_. Oh Justice, here's a witnesse of my Rape.

_Mac_. Did you see't, sirra?

_Buz_. See't! no, sir, would I had; but when she was in labour I heard
her cry out "helpe! helpe!" & the Gamboll being ended she came in like
a mad woman, ruffled & crumpled, her haire about her eares; & he all
unbrac'd, sweating as if he had bene thrashing; & afterwards he told me,
my lords, that he had downe diddled her.

_Hen_. I now am lost indeed, & on my knee
Beg pardon of that goodnes, that pure Temple
Which my base lust prophand, & will make good
My wrongs to her by marriage.

_Mac_. What say you, Lady?

_Ele_. He spurnd my mercy when it flew to him
And courted him to kisse it; therefore now
Ile have his life.

_Fer_. That life, so had, redeemes
Thine & thy fathers infamy. Justice! my Lords.

_Hen_. Cruell Creature!

_Mac_. Take him away & lead him to his brother;
You both must die next morning.

_Hen_. I deserve it;
And so that Slave, too, that betrayed his Master.

_Buz_. Why should I not betray my Master, when he betrayed his Mistris.

_Ele_. Get you gone, sirra.

[_Exeunt Henrico & Buzzano_.

_Mac_. You are dismissd: Faire Lady,
You shall have Law, your Ravisher shall dye.

_Ele_. Oh that my life from death could sett him free!
[_Exit_.

_Mac_. Pray, _Don Fernando_, follow her & soften
Her heart to pitty the poore gentleman:
The Crime is not so Capitall.

_Fer_. Ile doe my best.
[_Exit_.

_Mac_. That such a noble _Spanyard_ as _Don Pedro_
Should be so cursed in's Children!

_Enter Buzzano, Don Pedro, Fernando & Eleonor