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. _Man_. Oh villaine, villaine, villaine! [_Exit_with_the_Jaylour_.

_Med_. Where's the wrongd Lady? _Alq_. Stand you still at the Barre.

You are now another man, sir; your scale turnes. _Fernando_fetches_in_Eleonora_. _Mac_.

Looke on the prisoner: doe you know him, Lady? _Ele_. Would I had nere had cause to say I know him. _Mac_.

Of what doe you accuse him? _Ele_. As the murtherer Both of my name and honour. In the hurry, When the Citty (they said) was ready to be taken, I being betrothed to this young gentleman, My father brought me to his father's house, Telling me their dwelt safety.