Sir Hu. Sir, you are fitter for a Jayle, a Bedlam, Then to stand free before us. What? art thou mad, man?
Sir Gef. Yes, what are you, Sir. I aske to, though I know y[ou well] enough. What are you?
Tho. I am one,
To expresse my selfe in my true character,
Soe full of civill reason and iust truth
That to denie my owne peculiar act
I should esteeme as base and black a sinne
As Scythians[132] doe adultery: twas I
That gave this lady councell to invade
That Thurstons life, and out of cowardise,
Feareing my person, set this bold young man
To be his murderer. Ime the principall,
The very source from whence this brooke of bloode
Fetches its spring.
Sir Hu. Still more of the conspiracy! Sir, what say You to these designements?
Suc. Say, sir, you slew the man in equall duell: Twill bring you off, I warrant you.
Sir Gef. Answere, you youth of valour, you that dare See men of credit bleede. Ha!
Y. M. Sir, I am to dy, and should I now speake false
Twould be a maine addicon to the ill
What I alone comitted: for this man,
Howsoere his fury does transport his tongue,
Hees guiltlesse on't: I must confesse my Mother
Did, for some private wrong which he had don,
Wish me to call him to account; but this
Steward did with all violence sollicit
That I should slay him.
Alex. Whoe? I? goe to; ist come to this?
Sir Hu. Sir, you must answer this.
Sir Gef. Marke how the mischeife lookes.