Nou. se. Yes, ’tis my sonnes.
Rom. May it please your Lordships, reade it,
And you shall finde there, with what vehemency
He did sollicite Beaumelle, how he had got
A promise from her to inioy his wishes, [185]
How after he abiur’d her company,
And yet, but that ’tis fit I spare the dead,
Like a damnd villaine, assoone as recorded,
He brake that oath, to make this manifest
Produce his bands and hers.
Enter Aymer, Florimell, Bellapert.
Charmi. Haue they tooke their oathes? [190]
Rom. They haue; and rather then indure the racke,
Confesse the time, the meeting, nay the act;
What would you more? onely this matron made
A free discouery to a good end;
And therefore I sue to the Court, she may not [195]
Be plac’d in the blacke list of the delinquents.
Pont. I see by this, Nouals reuenge needs me,
And I shall doe.
Charmi. ’Tis euident.
Nou. se. That I
Till now was neuer wretched, here’s no place
To curse him or my stars.
Exit Nouall senior.
Charmi. Lord Charalois, [200]
The iniurie: you haue sustain’d, appeare
So worthy of the mercy of the Court,
That notwithstanding you haue gone beyond
The letter of the Law, they yet acquit you.