Sir Gef. O, soe; are you come? weele tickle you ifaith.
Con. Soe please you, heare are the prisoners.
Sir Hu. Tis well, we have waited them. Madam,
I should have bin more fortunate to have scene you
In any place but this; and here,
In any other cause then this, I would use you
As the precedent carridge of your life
Has merited, but cannot: y'are a prisoner
Convict of murder, a most hideous crime
Gainst law and nature.
Sir Gef. Yes, marry is it, and that she shall find ere we have don. Bunch, read their indictments, Bunch. She had as good have married me, I warrant her.
Sir Hu. Good Sir Geffrey, silence a while. Who is the accuser?
Con. Here.
Sir Hu. What have you, freind, to object against this lady?
Con. That she confesd it was by her procurement and comaunde her sonn murderd young Thurston.
Lady. Please you, sir, that a poore prisoner may entreate one favour.
Sir Gef. Yes, you shall have favour!