my lord; stain not your
    noble and religious fame with such an atheism.

    +2d Judge.+ Look back into the deed, my lord. See, what a tide
    of blood pursues you, and breaks upon your soul in angry seas.

    +De F.+ Look back to our fame, grave lords, the blood and
    honour of our family; nor think it my vainglory to urge it
    here, since the cause does. There has not yet, in all the ages
    it hath served the state, one stain fallen on our escutcheon;
    and although, my lords, these honours are derived to us in
    a vast circle of time and blood, the passage must be still
    through our veins, and so are treasured here as heat in fire;
    so as the least taint in us reflects a blush on the first
    virtue of our great ancestors. And what has man called sacred
    but his honour? That dwells not in the smiles of Fortune; nor
    can she place the fool or coward in that rank. And can your
    wisdoms think ours so cheap, as to become the scorn of such?

    +2d Judge.+ My lord, 'twould better satisfy all those that know
    you to hear your grief than passion.

    +De F.+ O, cry ye mercy! He was your lordship's kinsman; yet I
    will add, he basely did betray a love and innocence more noble
    than a thousand of their lives. Poor Cleara! perjured his
    faith and honour, and quite dissolved their holy ties in the
    lascivious arms of her, whose name shall not take honour from
    my breath.

    +2d Judge.+ We spend time; pray, give those ladies leave to
    speak.

                          _Enter +De Castro+._

    +De C.+ My lords, the king is come to sit amongst ye.

    +Off.+ Stand back there, ho! you, Goodman Roundhead, you'd best
    breathe in the king's face: pull back your horns, sir!--D' you
    mutter? Take that, and crowd further. The rogues are as hollow
    as a vault, and sound like one with a blow.

         _Enter +Bereo+, +De Castro+, attendants; at the other
                       door, the +King+ himself._

    [_Within._] The king, the king! Whoo?

    +1st Judge.+ Wh