Fisc._ Their English laws in England have their force; and we have
ours, different from theirs at home. It is enough, they either shall
confess, or we will falsify their hands to make them. Then, for the
apology, let me alone; I have it writ already to a title, of what they
shall subscribe; this I will publish, and make our most unheard of
cruelties to seem most just and legal.

_Har._ Then, in the name of him, who put it first into thy head to
form this damned false plot, proceed we to the execution of it. And to
begin; first seize we their effects, rifle their chests, their boxes,
writings, books, and take of them a seeming inventory; but all to our
own use.--I shall grow young with thought of this, and lose my son's
remembrance!

_Fisc._ Will you not please to call the prisoners in? At least inquire
what torments have extorted.

_Har._ Go thou and bring us word. [_Exit_ FISCAL.] Boy, give me some
tobacco, and a stoup of wine, boy.

_Boy._ I shall, sir.

_Har._ And a tub to leak in, boy; when was this table without a
leaking vessel?

_Van Her._ That's an omission.

_1 Dutch._ A great omission. 'Tis a member of the table, I take it so.

_Har._ Never any thing of moment was done at our council-table without
a leaking tub, at least in my time; great affairs require great
consultations, great consultations require great drinking, and great
drinking a great leaking vessel.

_Van Her._ I am even drunk with joy already, to see our godly business
in this forwardness.

_Enter_ FISCAL.

_Har._ Where are the prisoners?

_Fisc._ At the door.

_Har._ Bring them in; I'll try if we can face them down by impudence,
and make them to confess.

_Enter_ BEAMONT _and_ COLLINS, _guarded._

You are not ignorant of our business with you: the cries of your
accomplices have already reached your ears; and your own consciences,
above a thousand summons, a thousand tortures, instruct you what to
do. No farther juggling, nothing but plain sincerity and truth to be
delivered now; a free confession will first atone for all your sins
above, and may do much below to gain your pardons. Let me exhort you,
therefore, be you merciful, first to yourselves and make
acknowledgment of your conspiracy.

_Beam._ What conspiracy?

_Fisc._ Why la you, that the devil should go masked with such a
seeming honest face! I warrant you know of no such thing.

_Har._ Were not you, Mr Beamont, and you, Collins both accessary to
the horrid plo