Cur. My name is Curio, my murthered kinsman
If he were living now, I should not know him,
'Tis so long since we saw one another.
Ant. My Cosin Curio?
Cur. But thus much from the mouths of his servants, and others, whose examinations I have in writing about me, I can accuse them of; this Mercury, the last night, but this last, lay in Antonio's house, and in the night he rose, raising Antonio, where privately they were in talk an hour, to what end I know not: but of likelyhood, finding Antonio's house not a fit place to murder him in, he suffered him to go to bed again, but in the morning early, he train'd him I think forth, after which time he never saw his home; his cloaths were found near the place where Mercury was, and the people at first denyed they saw him: but at last he made a [friv[o]lous] tale, that there he shifted himself into a Footmans habit: but in short, the next hour this woman went to Mercury, and in her Coach they posted hither; true accusations, I have no more, and I will make none.
Just. No more? we need no more, sirrah, be drawing their Mittimus before we hear their answer. What say you Sir? are you guilty of this murther?
Mer. No Sir.
Just. Whether you are or no, confess, it will be the better for you.
Mer. If I were guilty, your Rhetorick could not fetch it forth: but though I am innocent, I confess, that if I were a stander by, these [circmstances] urg'd, which are true, would make me doubtless believe the accused parties, to be guilty.
Just. Write down, that he being a stander by; for so you see he is, doth doubtlesly believe the accused parties, which is himself to be guilty.
Mer. I say no such thing.
Just. Write it down I say, we'll try that.