Gyr. Are all the parties here?
Fer. Yes. [Exit Fernan.
Enter Jaylour, Bustamente, Guard.
Gyr. Bring them in.
Mac. Bustamente,
The King, our master, looking with sharpe eyes,
Upon your trayterous yeilding up the fort,
Putts off your Tryall here; you must abide
Longer imprisonment.
Bust. I have allready quitted
My selfe, my lord, of that which you call Treason,
Which had in any here (he doing the like)
Bene a high point of honour.
Alq. These braves[43] cannot serve you.
Gyr. You must not be your owne Judge.
Mac. You gave the English
More glory by your base ignoble rendring
That fort up then our Nation gott from them
In all our undertakings.
Bust. Heare me, my Lords,