JUS. You come for favour, and you come for justice:
Justice with favour is not partial,
And, using that, I hope to please you both.
O. ART. Good Master Justice, think upon my son.
O. LUS. Good Master Justice, think upon my daughter.
JUS. Why, so I do; I think upon them both;
But can do neither of you good;
For he that lives must die, and she that's dead
Cannot be revived.
O. ART. Lusam, thou seek'st to rob me of my son,
My only son.
O. LUS. He robb'd me of my daughter, my only daughter.
JUS. And robbers are flat felons by the law.
O. ART. Lusam, I say thou art a blood-sucker,
A tyrant, a remorseless cannibal:
Old as I am, I'll prove it on thy bones.
O. LUS. Am I a blood-sucker or cannibal?
Am I a tyrant that do thirst for blood?
O. ART. Ay, if thou seek'st the ruin of my son,
Thou art a tyrant and a blood-sucker.