AMAGO

Justice that makes Princes Like the Gods, draws us unto the See nate, That with unpartial balance we may poise The crimes and innocence of all offenders, Our presence can chase bribery from Laws: He best can judge, that hears himself the cause. The Land and people's mine, the crimes being known, I must redress my subjects wrong's, mine own. Call for the two suspected for the murder Of Mendosa, our endeared kinsman. These voluntary murderers That confess the Murder of him that is yet alive. Wee'll sport with serious Justice for a while, In show wee'll frown on them that make us smile. Stand forth you Vipers, that have sucked blood, And lopped a branch sprung from a royal tree: What can you answer to escape tortures? On what ground sprung your hate to him we loved? Our Justice dwells with mercy; be not desperate. Take them asunder, graven Justice makes us mirth, That man is soulelesse that never sins on earth. Signior Mizaldus, relate the weapon you killed him with, and the manner. Take him aside. Signior Claridiana, what weapon had you for this bloody act? what dart used Death? With several Instruments. Bring them face to face. With what killed you our Nephew? Partly them, part'em. You do confess the murder done by both. You hang together, that shall make you friends, And everlasting hatred death soon ends: To prison with them till the day of death; Kings words Like Fate, must never change their breath. Now to our kinsman, shame to royal blood, Bring him before us. Theft in a Prince is sacrilege to honour It's virtues scandal, death of Royalty, I blush to see my shame; Nephew fit down Justice that smiles on those on him must frown, Speak freely Captain, where found you him wounded? Thou knowest too much, would I were passed all know ledge, I might forget my grief springs from my shame, Thou monster of my blood, answer in brief To these Assertions made against thy life. Is thy soul guilty of so base a fact? Thy head's thy forfeit for thy hearts offence, Thy bloods prerogative may claim that favour, Thy person then to death doomed by joust laws Thy death is infamous, but worse the cause. And he is yet alive, keep them asunder We may sent out the wile. Signior, think, and dally not with heaven, But freely tell us, did you do the murder? In Gods name then on to the death with them, For the poor widows that you leave behind, Though by the law, their goods are all confiscate, Yet wee'll be their good Lord, and give they them. Now by my life I do, fair Ladies rise, I nee'r did purpose any other end, To them and these designs. I was informed, Of some notorious error, as I sat in judgement. And do you hear? these night works require a Cats eyes, To empierce dejected darkness: call back the prisoners. Since you are to die, wee'll give you winding sheets, Wherein you shall be shrouded alive, By which we wind out all these Misery's. Segnior Rogero, bestow a while your eye, And read here of your true wives chastity. Gives him a Letter. The Like Sir is apparent on your side. To tother. Then we impose a strict command upon you: On your Allegiance, read what there is writ. You'll find it so I fear. Keep them asunder, list to us, we command. You have saved us a labour in your love. But Gentlemen, why stood you so preposterously? Would you have headlong run to Infamy, In so defamed a death? Night, Like a Masque, is entered heavens great hall, With thousand Torches ushering the way: To Risus will we consecrate this Evening, Like Missermis cheating of the brack. Weel make this night the day. Fair joys befall Us and our Actions. Are you pleased all? Exeunt omnes. I am amazed at this maze of wonder, Wherein no thread or clue presents it self, To wind us from the obscure passages, What says my Nephew? Wee'll use him Like a felon, cut him off: For fear he do pollute our sounder parts. Yet why should he steal, That is a loaded Vine? riches to him, Were adding sands into the Libian shore, Or far less charity: what say the other prisoners?