ns_ wives too.

_Enter Jaylor_.

_Jay_. The Prisoners are upon comming.

_Mac_. Stand by, _Englishman_.

_Enter Teniente, Henrico, Manuell, Pedro (as a fryer);
at another dore Eleonora_.

_Mac_. Give the Lady roome there!

_Clark_. Peace!

_Mac_. Your facts are both so foule your hated lives
Cannot be too soone shortned; therefore these Lords
Hold it not fitt to lend you breath till morning,
But now to cutt you off.

_Both_. The stroke is welcome.

_Pedro_. Shall I prepare you?

_Hen_. Save your paynes, good father.

_Man_. We have allready cast up our accounts
And sent, we hope, our debts up into heaven.

_Fer_. Our sorrowes & our sighes fly after them.

_Ped_. Then your confession of the murther stands
As you your selfe did sett it downe?

_Man_. It does;
But on my knees I beg this marginall note
May sticke upon the paper; that no guilt,
But feare of Tortures frighted me to take
That horrid sin upon me. I am as innocent
And free as are the starres from plotting treason
Gainst their first mover.

_Pedro_. I was then in _France_
When of your fathers murther the report
Did fill all _Paris_.

_Man_. Such a reverend habit
Should not give harbour to so blacke a falshood.

_Hen_. Tis blacke, & of my dying; for 'twas I
To cheate my brother of my fathers lands,
Layd this most hellish plott.

_Fer_. 3[55] hellish sins, Robbery, Rape & Murther.

_Hen_. I'me guilty of all Three; his soul's as white
And cleare from murther as this holy man
From killing mee.

_Pedro_. No [know], there's a thing about me
Shall strike thee into dust & make thy tongue
With trembling to proclayme thyselfe a Villaine
More then thou yet hast done:--See, tis my Eye.

_Hen_. Oh, I am confounded! [_Falls_.

_Man_. But I comforted
With the most heavenly apparition
Of my deare honourd father.

_Fer_. Take thou comfort
By two more apparitions, of a father
And a lost daughter, yet heere found for thee.

_Man_. Oh, noble sir, I pray forgive my brother.

_Ele_. See, sir, I doe; & with my hand reach to him
My heart to give him new life.

_Fer_. Rise, my _Henrico_!

_Mac_. Rise & receive a noble minded wife
Worth troupes of other weomen.

_Hen_. Shame leaves me speechles.

_Pedro_. Gett thee a tongue agai