Nou. Se. Speaks to the cause. [60]
Charm. I will, my Lord: to say, the late dead Marshall
The father of this young Lord heer, my Clyent,
Hath done his Country great and faithfull seruice,
Might taske me of impertinence to repeate,
What your graue Lordships cannot but remember, [65]
He in his life, become indebted to
These thriftie men, I will not wrong their credits,
By giuing them the attributes they now merit,
And fayling by the fortune of the warres,
Of meanes to free himselfe, from his ingagements, [70]
He was arrested, and for want of bayle
Imprisond at their suite: and not long after
With losse of liberty ended his life.
And though it be a Maxime in our Lawes,
All suites dye with the person, these mens malice [75]
In death find matter for their hate to worke on,
Denying him the decent Rytes of buriall,
Which the sworne enemies of the Christian faith
Grant freely to their slaues; may it therefore please
Your Lordships, so to fashion your decree, [80]
That what their crueltie doth forbid, your pittie
May giue allowance to.
Nou. Se. How long haue you Sir
Practis’d in Court?
Charmi. Some twenty yeeres, my Lord.
Nou. Se. By your grosse ignorance it should appeare,
Not twentie dayes.
Charmi. I hope I haue giuen no cause [85]
In this, my Lord—
Nou. Se. How dare you moue the Court,
To the dispensing with an Act confirmd
By Parlament, to the terror of all banquerouts?
Go home, and with more care peruse the Statutes:
Or the next motion fauoring of this boldnesse, [90]
May force you to leape (against your will)
Ouer the place you plead at.
Charmi. I foresaw this.
Rom. Why does your Lordship thinke, the mouing of
A cause more honest then this Court had euer
The honor to determine, can deserue [95]
A checke like this?
Nou. Se. Strange boldnes!