Cha. I then here accuse,
Most equall Iudge, the prisoner your faire Daughter,
For whom I owed so much to you: your daughter,
So worthy in her owne parts: and that worth [105]
Set forth by yours, to whose so rare perfections,
Truth witnesse with me, in the place of seruice
I almost pay’d Idolatrous sacrifice
To be a false advltresse.
Roch. With whom?
Cha. With this Nouall here dead.
Roch. Be wel aduis’d [110]
And ere you say adultresse againe,
Her fame depending on it, be most sure
That she is one.
Cha. I tooke them in the act.
I know no proofe beyond it.
Roch. O my heart.
Cha. A Iudge should feele no passions.
Roch. Yet remember [115]
He is a man, and cannot put off nature.
What answere makes the prisoner?
Beau. I confesse
The fact I am charg’d with, and yeeld my selfe
Most miserably guilty.
Roch. Heauen take mercy
Vpon your soule then: it must leaue your body. [120]
Now free mine eyes, I dare vnmou’d looke on her,
And fortifie my sentence, with strong reasons.
Since that the politique law prouides that seruants,
To whose care we commit our goods shall die,
If they abuse our trust: what can you looke for, [125]
To whose charge this most hopefull Lord gaue vp
All he receiu’d from his braue Ancestors,
Or he could leaue to his posterity?
His Honour, wicked woman, in whose safety
All his lifes ioyes, and comforts were locked vp, [130]
With thy lust, a theefe hath now stolne from him,
And therefore—