Matho. Your highness may command my service in that,
Or anything lies in my power.
King. 'Tis to decide a case that troubles me.
Matho. If it lie within the compass of my knowledge,
I will resolve your highness presently.
King. Then thus it is: Lord Euphues' son,
Young Philocles, has lately stol'n away
The daughter and heir of Lord Polymetes,
Who is his enemy: he, following him hard,
Has apprehended him, and brings him to his trial
To-morrow morning. Thou hast heard this news?
Matho. I have, my liege, with every circumstance
That can be thought on in the business.
King. And what will be the issue of the law?
Matho. He must die for't; the case is plain; unless
Your grace will grant his pardon.
King. But can there be no means thought upon
To save him by the law?
Matho. None, my lord.