Stand forth, thou monster, murderer of men,
And here, for satisfaction of the world,
Confess thy folly, and repent thy fault;
For there's thy[176] place of execution.
Pedringano.
This is short work: well, to your marshalship
First I confess, nor fear I death therefore,
I am the man, 'twas I slew Serberine.
But, sir, then you think this shall be the place,
Where we shall satisfy you for this gear?
Deputy.
Ay, Pedringano.
Pedringano.
Now[177] I think not so!
Hieronimo.
Peace, impudent; for thou shalt find it so:
For blood with blood shall (while I sit as judge)
Be satisfied, and the law discharg'd.
And though myself cannot receive the like,
Yet will I see that others have their right.
Despatch, the fault's approved and confess'd;
And by our law he is condemn'd to die.