Guio. Be not too cruel Sir, and yet his bold sword—
But his life cannot restore that, he's a man too—
Of a fair promise, but alas my Son's dead;
If I have justice, must it kill him?
Gov. Yes.
Guio. If I have not, it kills me, strong and goodly! Why should he perish too?
Gover. It lies in your power, You only may accuse him, or may quit him.
Clod. Be there no other witnesses?
Guio. Not any.
And if I save him, will not the world proclaim,
I have forgot a Son, to save a murderer?
And yet he looks not like one, he looks manly.
Hip. Pity so brave a Gentleman should perish. She cannot be so hard, so cruel hearted.
Guio. Will you pronounce? yet stay a little Sir.
Rut. Rid your self, Lady, of this misery; And let me go, I do but breed more tempests, With which you are already too much shaken.
Guio. Do now, pronounce; I will not hear.