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 plot, for the surprisal of this fort and island?
Beam. As I shall reconcile my sins to heaven, in my last article of life, I am innocent.
Col. And so am I.
Har. So, you are first upon the negative.