Gis. Sir, I grant the Laws are useful weapons, but found out
T'assure the Innocent, not to oppress.
Rol. Then you conclude him Innocent?
Gis. The power your Father gave him, must not prove a Crime.
Aub. Nor should you so receive it.
Bald. To which purpose,
All that dare challenge any part in goodness,
Will become suppliants to you.
Rol. They have none
That dare move me in this: hence, I defie you,
Be of his party, bring it to your Laws,
And thou thy double heart, thou popular fool,
Your moral rules of justice and her ballance;
I stand on mine own guard.
Otto. Which thy unjustice
Will make thy enemies; by the memory
Of him, whose better part now suffers for thee,
Whose reverend ashes with an impious hand
Thou throw'st out to contempt, in thy repining
At this so just decree; thou art unworthy
Of what his last Will, not thy merits, gave thee,
That art so swoln within, with all those mischiefs
That e're made up a Tyrant, that thy breast,
The prison of thy purposes, cannot hold them,
But that they break forth, and in thy own words
Discover, what a monster they must serve
That shall acknowledge thee.
Rol. Thou shalt not live to be so happy.
Aub. Nor your miseries begin in murther.
[He offers his sword at Otto, the faction joyning,
[Aubrey between severs the Brothers.