Sir Gef. Noe matter for that, Bunch; with the Judges leave weele here their confession before they come, that we may know the better to state the cause when they doe come. Ist not best, thinke you?
Sir Hu. Who shall speake for them, thinke you?
Sir Gef. No matter whether any man speake nor noe: we know he killed the man, and she comanded him, ergo they are guilty; ergoe that must be their confession, scilicet that they are guilty. Write this, Bunch, and then we will perpend, as law and Judgment guides us, whether we will save or condemne. How say you, sir?
Crac. Oh well don, uncle! I knew[128] he would prove what he said, otherwise I would have venturd a sillogisme in Baraly[p]ton to have made it evident.
[Suc.[129] But with your favour, gentlemen; suppose he did unlive Thurston in faire duell?
Sir Hu. No duell can be fayre, cause tis against The kingdomes lawes.
Suc. The kingdomes lawes! how shall
A Gent[leman] that has a blemish cast
Upon his life, faire reputacon,
Have satisfaction then? allow no duells!
Hel! a man of armes had better live in woods
And combate wolves then among such milke sops.
The kingdomes lawes!
Crac. Patience, good Captaine; we will have duells lawful.
Suc. Tis fit they should, being legitimacy managd, sir.]
Enter Constable and Prisoners.