Hen. Oh, intollerable villaine! parricide! Monster of mankind! Spaniards shame!
Fer. Pray, heare me: Are you in earnest?
Hen. Earnest?
Fer. Be advisd.
Hen. Lay hold on him, the murtherer of my father: I have armd proofes against him.
Man. An armd devill, And that's thy selfe! Produce thy proofes.
Hen. I will, sir; But I will doe't by law.
Fer. You are up allready Too deepe, I feare, in Law.
Hen. If you can, sett then Your foote upon my head & drowne me, your worst: Let me have Justice here.
Fer. Well, sir, you shall. Manuell, I can no lesse than lay upon you The hand of my authority. In my Caroach[37] You shall with mee to Sherris, 3 leagues off, Where the Lords sitt to-morrow: there you must answer This most unbrotherly accusation.