Cha. Her owne confession to her father.
I aske him for a witnesse.
Roch. ’Tis most true.
I would not willingly blend my last words
With an vntruth.
Cha. And then to cleere my selfe,
That his great wealth was not the marke I shot at, [105]
But that I held it, when faire Beaumelle
Fell from her vertue, like the fatall gold
Which Brennus tooke from Delphos, whose possession
Brought with it ruine to himselfe and Army.
Heer’s one in Court, Baumont, by whom I sent [110]
All graunts and writings backe, which made it mine,
Before his daughter dy’d by his owne sentence,
As freely as vnask’d he gaue it to me.
Bau. They are here to be seene.
Charmi. Open the casket.
Peruse that deed of gift.
Rom. Halfe of the danger [115]
Already is discharg’d: the other part
As brauely, and you are not onely free,
But crownd with praise for euer.
Du Croy. ’Tis apparent.
Charmi. Your state, my Lord, againe is yours.
Roch. Not mine,
I am not of the world, if it can prosper, [120]
(And being iustly got, Ile not examine
Why it should be so fatall) doe you bestow it
On pious vses. Ile goe seeke a graue.
And yet for proofe, I die in peace, your pardon
I aske, and as you grant it me, may Heauen [125]
Your conscience, and these Iudges free you from
What you are charg’d with. So farewell for euer.—
Exit Roch.