Clari. Is't come to this? thou puling Rogue, dye thou
With prayers in thy mouth; I'le curse the laws
By which I suffer, all I grieve for is,
That I dye unreveng'd.
Leon. But one word more Sir,
And I have done; I was by accident where
Lisander met with Cloridon, and C[h]rysanthes,
Was an ear witness when he sought for peace,
Nay, begg'd it upon colder terms than can
Almost find credit, his past deeds considered,
But they deaf to his reasons, severally
Assaulted him, but such was his good fortune,
That both fell under it; upon my death
I take it uncompel'd, that they were guilty
Of their own violent ends; and he against
His will, the instrument.
Alci. This I will swear too, for I was not far off.
Dor. They have alledg'd
As much to wake your sleeping mercy, Sir,
As all the Advocates of France can plead
In his defence.
King. The criminal judge shall sentence
These to their merits—with mine own hand, Lady,
I take you from the bar and do my self
Pronounce you innocent. [Ex. with Leon, and Clari.
All. Long live the King.
King. And to confirm you stand high in our favour,
And as some recompence for what you have
With too much rigour in your trial suffered;
Ask what you please, becoming me to grant,
And be possest of 't.
Cal. Sir, I dare not doubt
Your royal promise, in a King it is
A strong assurance, that emboldens me
Upon my humble knees to make my boon,
Lisander's pardon.
Dor. My good Genius did prompt her to it.
Le[m]. At your feet thus prostrate, I second her petition.