Cha. How pity steales vpon me! should I heare her
But ten words more, I were lost—one knocks, go in.
Knock within. Exit Beaumelle. Enter Rochfort.
That to be mercifull should be a sinne.
O, sir, most welcome. Let me take your cloake,
I must not be denyed—here are your robes, [80]
As you loue iustice once more put them on:
There is a cause to be determind of
That doe’s require such an integrity,
As you haue euer vs’d—ile put you to
The tryall of your constancy, and goodnesse: [85]
And looke that you that haue beene Eagle-eyd
In other mens affaires, proue not a Mole
In what concernes your selfe. Take you your seate:
I will be for you presently.
Exit.
Roch. Angels guard me,
To what strange Tragedy does this destruction [90]
Serue for a Prologue?
Enter Charaloys with Nouals body. Beaumelle, Baumont.
Cha. So, set it downe before
The Iudgement seate, and stand you at the bar:
For me? I am the accuser.
Roch. Nouall slayne,
And Beaumelle my daughter in the place
Of one to be arraign’d.
Cha. O, are you touch’d? [95]
I finde that I must take another course,
Feare nothing. I will onely blind your eyes,
For Iustice should do so, when ’tis to meete
An obiect that may sway her equall doome
From what it should be aim’d at.—Good my Lord, [100]
A day of hearing.
Roch. It is granted, speake—
You shall haue iustice.