NOVALL SENIOR

Speak to the cause. How long have you Sir practised in Court? By your gross ignorance it should appear, Not twenty days. How dare you move the Court, To the dispensing with and Act confirmed By Parl meant, to the terror of all bankrupts? Go home, and with more care peruse the Statutes: Or the next motion savouring of this bo ldnesse, May force you to leap (against your will) Over the place you plead at. Strange boldness! Sirrah, you that prate Thus saucily, what are you? Shall such and Insolence pass unpunished? Away with him to prison. The president were ill. Let him alone, If he love Lords, a Gods name let him wear they, Provided these consent. The Court must grant you that. Strange rashness. Pray you demand The moiety of my estate, or any thing Within my power, but this. I know not One reason why you should not do Like others: I am sure, of all the heard that fed upon him, I cannot see in any, now he's gone, In pity or in thankfulness one true sign Of sorrow for him. If all may be believed A passionate prisoner speaks, who is so foolish That durst be wicked, that will appear guilty? No, my graven Lords: in his impunity But give example unto jealous men To cut the throats they hate, and they will never Want matter or pretence for their bade ends. As far as my grief Will give me leave, I thank you. Away I only know now to hate thee deadly: I will do nothing for thee. See, equal Judges, with what confidence The cruel murderer stands, as if he would Outface the Court and ustic l You hinder our proceeding. You come not To rail again? but do, you shall not find Anoth r Rochfort. Yes, it's my sons. That I Till now was never wretched, here's no place To curse him or my stars. Exit Nouall senior. You are too violent, You shall have my consent—But woe ld you had Made trial of my love in any thing But this, you should have found then—But it skills not You have what you desire. Force open the doors—Oh monster, cannibal, Lay hold on him, my son, my son.—Oh Rochfort, 'Twas you gave liberty to this bloody wolf To worry all our comforts,—But this is No time to quarrel; now give your assistance For the revenge. I'll be mine own guide. Passion, nor example Shall be my leaders. I have lost a son, A son, graven Judges, I require his blood From his accursed homicide. He had from ̄ the state sufficient entertainment for the Army. My honourable Lord. to the poyn .