Pont. But in Nouall, I doe condemne him thus. [205]
Cha. I am slayne.
Rom. Can I looke on? Oh murderous wretch,
Thy challenge now I answere. So die with him.
Charmi. A guard: disarme him.
Rom. I yeeld vp my sword
Vnforc’d. Oh Charaloys.
Cha. For shame, Romont,
Mourne not for him that dies as he hath liu’d, [210]
Still constant and vnmou’d: what’s falne vpon me,
Is by Heauens will, because I made my selfe
A Iudge in my owne cause without their warrant:
But he that lets me know thus much in death,
With all good men forgiue mee.
Pont. I receiue [215]
The vengeance, which my loue not built on vertue,
Has made me worthy, worthy of.
Charmi. We are taught
By this sad president, how iust foeuer
Our reasons are to remedy our wrongs,
We are yet to leaue them to their will and power, [220]
That to that purpose haue authority.
For you, Romont, although in your excuse
You may plead, what you did, was in reuenge
Of the dishonour done vnto the Court:
Yet since from vs you had not warrant for it, [225]
We banish you the State: for these, they shall,
As they are found guilty or innocent,
Be set free, or suffer punishment.
Exeunt omnes.
FINIS