this Traytour,
The murtherer of my father!
_Man_. I?
_Hen_. Yes, thou:
Thou, slave, hast bene his Executioner.
_Man_. Where? when?
_Hen_. There, there; in _France_.
_Man_. Oh heavenly powers!
_Hen_. Oh, intollerable villaine! parricide!
Monster of mankind! _Spaniards_ shame!
_Fer_. Pray, heare me:
Are you in earnest?
_Hen_. Earnest?
_Fer_. Be advisd.
_Hen_. Lay hold on him, the murtherer of my father:
I have armd proofes against him.
_Man_. An armd devill,
And that's thy selfe! Produce thy proofes.
_Hen_. I will, sir;
But I will doe't by law.
_Fer_. You are up allready
Too deepe, I feare, in Law.
_Hen_. If you can, sett then
Your foote upon my head & drowne me, your worst:
Let me have Justice here.
_Fer_. Well, sir, you shall.
_Manuell_, I can no lesse than lay upon you
The hand of my authority. In my Caroach[37]
You shall with mee to _Sherris_, 3 leagues off,
Where the Lords sitt to-morrow: there you must answer
This most unbrotherly accusation.
_Man_. And prove him a false caytiffe.
_Fer_. I will be both your guard, sir, and your bayle
And make no doubt to free you from this Viper.
_Hen_. Viper!
_Fer_. Y'are bound to appeare at _Sherris_, sir;
And you were best not fayle.
I have a certaine Daughter there shall meete you. Come.
[_Exit Fer., Man., &_[38]
_Hen_. Thither I dare you both, all three.--_Buzzano_!
_Buz_. Sir?
_Hen_. Saddle my Jennet? Ile to _Sherris_ presently.
_Buz_. And I?
_Hen_. And you; but I must schoole you, sirra.
[_Exeunt_.
(SCENE 2.)
_Enter Pike, shackled, & his Jaylour_.
_Jay_. Boon Coragio, man! how is't?
_Pike_. Not very well & yet well enough, considering how the cheating
dice of the world run.
_Jay_. I dare not, though I have a care of you, ease you of one Iron
unles I desire such Gyves my selfe.
_Pike_. Las, if they were all knockt off I'me loaden with Gyves,
Shackles, and fetters enough for the arrantest theefe that ever lay in
my owne country in Newgate.
_Jay_. Shackles, gyves, and fetters enough! I see none but these at your
heeles, which come on without a shoeing h
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