Scaena 3.
Enter Du Croy, Charmi, Rochfort, Nouall se. Pontalier, Baumont.
Nou. se. See, equall Iudges, with what confidence
The cruel murtherer stands, as if he would
Outface the Court and Iustice!
Roch. But looke on him.
And you shall find, for still methinks I doe,
Though guilt hath dide him black, something good in him, [5]
That may perhaps worke with a wiser man
Then I haue beene, againe to set him free
And giue him all he has.
Charmi. This is not well.
I would you had liu’d so, my Lord that I,
Might rather haue continu’d your poore seruant, [10]
Then sit here as your Iudge.
Du Croy I am sorry for you.
Roch. In no act of my life I haue deseru’d
This iniury from the court, that any heere
Should thus vnciuilly vsurpe on what
Is proper to me only.
Du Cr. What distaste [15]
Receiues my Lord?
Roch. You say you are sorry for him:
A griefe in which I must not haue a partner:
’Tis I alone am sorry, that I rays’d
The building of my life for seuenty yeeres
Vpon so sure a ground, that all the vices [20]
Practis’d to ruine man, though brought against me,
Could neuer vndermine, and no way left
To send these gray haires to the graue with sorrow.
Vertue that was my patronesse betrayd me:
For entring, nay, possessing this young man, [25]
It lent him such a powerfull Maiesty
To grace what ere he vndertooke, that freely
I gaue myselfe vp with my liberty,
To be at his disposing; had his person
Louely I must confesse, or far fain’d valour, [30]
Or any other seeming good, that yet
Holds a neere neyghbour-hood, with ill wrought on me,
I might haue borne it better: but when goodnesse
And piety it selfe in her best figure
Were brib’d to by destruction, can you blame me, [35]
Though I forget to suffer like a man,
Or rather act a woman?
Bau. Good my Lord.