Alex. I doe defie thy mallice, thou falce Judge. Goe to; my [Mrs.] I appeal to, she that knowes my vertue and Integrity.
Sir Hu. Away with him toth Jayle: a publique Sessions may [ere] long from thence deliver him to the gallowes.
Const. Come, Sir.
[Exeunt Const, and Alex.
Sir Hu. Madam, for you and for your Sonn, your crimes
Being soe manifest, I wish you would
Prepare your selves for heaven. Meantime you must remaine
Saffe prissoners untill the Judges sitt,
Who best may give a sentence on your fact.
Tho. And what for me?
Sir Gef. I, what for him, Mr Justice?
Sir Hu. Sure your words
Rather proceed from some distraction
Then from similitude of truth. You may
Begon, we do quitt you.
Tho. And Ile quit my selfe
Of what you will not, [of] my hated life.
You have condemnd a lady who may claime
As many slaves to wait on her in death
As the most superstitious Indian prince
(That carries servants to attend ith grave)
Can by's prerogative; nor shall she want
Waiters, while you and I, my reverend Judg,
Are within reach of one another.
[Offers att the Record.
Suc. Death, Sir! Dare you presume to draw before us men Of stout performance?
Sir Gef. You sir, weele have you hangd to, sir, with the Steward.