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Mac. Which youngest? Hen. I, my Lord. Enter Jaylour. Mac. You charge this Gentleman, your elder brother, With murther of your father. Hen. Which I can prove. Mac. And hither flyes a ravisht Ladyes voice To charge you with a Rape; the wronged Daughter Of this most noble Gentleman. Hen. Let them prove that Mac. These accusations & the proofes shall meete Here face to face, in th' afternoone.
Enter Jaylour, & 3 Spanish Picaroes chayned. Jay. Here's a chearefull morning towards, my brave blouds! Yes, Jaylor, if thou wert to be hangd in one of our roomes. Jay. On, on; the Lords will sitt presently. What's hee? Jay. An Englishman. A dog! A divell! Let's beate out his braines with our Irons. Jay.
And you; but I must schoole you, sirra. Enter Pike, shackled, & his Jaylour. Jay. Boon Coragio, man! how is't? Pike. Not very well & yet well enough, considering how the cheating dice of the world run. Jay. I dare not, though I have a care of you, ease you of one Iron unles I desire such Gyves my selfe. Pike.
Enter Manuell to be rackt; Jaylour & Officers. Med. Don Manuell Guzman ere you taste the tortures, Which you are sure to feele, will you confesse This murther of your father? Man. Pray, give me privacy a little with my brother. Man. O brother your owne Conscience knowes you wrong me: Ile rather suffer on the Gallow Tree Then thus be torne in pieces.
Enter Fernando, bareheaded, talking with the Duke of Macada; Duke Gyron, Medyna, Marquesse d'Alquevezzas; 2 Gen., one with Pikes sword, which is laid on a table; Jaylour, Teniente; Clarke with papers. Mac. Where's the Teniente? Clarke. The Duke calls for you. Ten. Here, my Lord. Mac. Ten. My Lord, Ile see it done. Mac. Dispatch the rest here. Jay.
My Lords, here's Don Fernando relates to me Two stories full of wonder; one of his daughter, Fam'd for her vertues, faire Eleonora, Accusing Don Henrico, youngest sonne To noble Pedro Guzman, of a rape; Another of the same Henrico's, charging His elder brother Manuell with the murther Of Pedro Guzman, who went late to France. Gyr. Are all the parties here? Fer. Enter Jaylour, Bustamente, Guard.
Meantime Pray, Don Fernando, let it be your care To see these gentlemen attended on By a strong guard. Fer. The wrongs done to my selfe Work me, my lord, to that. Man. I would your Grace would heare me speake a little. All. You shall have time. Med. Take them away, And at their Tryall have the Lady here. Fer., Hen., Man., & Jaylour. Gyr. Where is the Englishman? Clarke. The Englishman! Alq.
Thence with W. Hewer, who goes up and down with me like a jaylour, but yet with great love and to my great good liking, it being my desire above all things to please my wife therein.
This cannot serve your turne, say he does belye you; He stakes against your body his owne soule. Say there is no such murther, yet the Law Fastens on you; for any man accusd For killing of his father may be rackd To draw confession from him. Will you confesse? Man. I cannot, must not, will not. Mac. Jaylour, take & prepare him for the racke: Wele see it done here. Hen. You are righteous Judges.
Thence with W. Hewer, who goes up and down with me like a jaylour, but yet with great love and to my great good liking, it being my desire above all things to please my wife therein.
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