1252Tim. Be it not in thy care:

1253Go I charge thee, inuite them all, let in the tide

1254Of Knaues once more: my Cooke and Ile prouide. Exeunt

12571.Sen. My Lord, you haue my voyce, too't,

1258The faults Bloody:

1259'Tis necessary he should dye:

1260Nothing imboldens sinne so much, as Mercy.

12612 Most true; the Law shall bruise 'em.

1262Alc. Honor, health, and compassion to the Senate.

12631 Now Captaine.

1264Alc. I am an humble Sutor to your Vertues;

1265For pitty is the vertue of the Law,

1266And none but Tyrants vse it cruelly.

1267It pleases time and Fortune to lye heauie

1268Vpon a Friend of mine, who in hot blood

1269Hath stept into the Law: which is past depth

1270To those that (without heede) do plundge intoo't.

1271He is a Man (setting his Fate aside) of comely Vertues,

1272Nor did he soyle the fact with Cowardice,

1273(And Honour in him, which buyes out his fault)

1274But with a Noble Fury, and faire spirit,

1275Seeing his Reputation touch'd to death,

1276He did oppose his Foe:

1277And with such sober and vnnoted passion

1278He did behooue his anger ere 'twas spent,

1279As if he had but prou'd an Argument.

12801Sen. You vndergo too strict a Paradox,

1281Striuing to make an vgly deed looke faire:

1282Your words haue tooke such paines, as if they labour'd

1283To bring Man-slaughter into forme, and set Quarrelling

1284Vpon the head of Valour; which indeede

1285Is Valour mis-begot, and came into the world,

1286When Sects, and Factions were newly borne.

1287Hee's truly Valiant, that can wisely suffer

1288The worst that man can breath,

1289And make his Wrongs, his Out-sides,

1290To weare them like his Rayment, carelessely,

1291And ne're preferre his iniuries to his heart,

1292To bring it into danger.

1293If Wrongs be euilles, and inforce vs kill,

1294What Folly 'tis, to hazard life for Ill.

1295Alci. My Lord.

12961.Sen. You cannot make grosse sinnes looke cleare,

1297To reuenge is no Valour, but to beare.

1298Alci. My Lords, then vnder fauour, pardon me,

1299If I speake like a Captaine.

1300Why do fond men expose themselues to Battell,

1301And not endure all threats? Sleepe vpon't,

1302And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats

1303Without repugnancy? If there be

1304Such Valour in the bearing, what make wee

1305Abroad? Why then, Women are more valiant

1306That stay at home, if Bearing carry it:

1307And the Asse, more Captaine then the Lyon?

1308The fellow loaden with Irons, wiser then the Iudge?

1309If Wisedome be in suffering, Oh my Lords,

1310As you are great, be pittifully Good,

1311Who cannot condemne rashnesse in cold blood?

1312To kill, I grant, is sinnes extreamest Gust,

1313But in defence, by Mercy, 'tis most iust.

1314To be in Anger, is impietie:

1315But who is Man, that is not Angrie.

1316Weigh but the Crime with this.

13172.Sen. You breath in vaine.

1318Alci. In vaine?

1319His seruice done at Lacedemon, and Bizantium,

1320Were a sufficient briber for his life.

13211 What's that?

1322Alc. Why say my Lords ha's done faire seruice,

1323And slaine in fight many of your enemies:

1324How full of valour did he beare himselfe

1325In the last Conflict, and made plenteous wounds?

13262 He has made too much plenty with him:

1327He's a sworne Riotor, he has a sinne

1328That often drownes him, and takes his valour prisoner.

1329If there were no Foes, that were enough

1330To ouercome him. In that Beastly furie,

1331He has bin knowne to commit outrages,

1332And cherrish Factions. 'Tis inferr'd to vs,

1333His dayes are foule, and his drinke dangerous.

13341 He dyes.

1335Alci. Hard fate: he might haue dyed in warre.

1336My Lords, if not for any parts in him,

1337Though his right arme might purchase his owne time,

1338And be in debt to none: yet more to moue you,

1339Take my deserts to his, and ioyne 'em both.

1340And for I know, your reuerend Ages loue Security,

1341Ile pawne my Victories, all my Honour to you

1342Vpon his good returnes.

1343If by this Crime, he owes the Law his life,

1344Why let the Warre receiue't in valiant gore,

1345For Law is strict, and Warre is nothing more.

13461 We are for Law, he dyes, vrge it no more

1347On height of our displeasure: Friend, or Brother,

1348He forfeits his owne blood, that spilles another.

1349Alc. Must it be so? It must not bee:

1350My Lords, I do beseech you know mee.

13512 How?

1352Alc. Call me to your remembrances.

13533 What.

1354Alc. I cannot thinke but your Age has forgot me,

1355It could not else be, I should proue so bace,

1356To sue and be deny'de such common Grace.

1357My wounds ake at you.

13581 Do you dare our anger?

1359'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:

1360We banish thee for euer.

1361Alc. Banish me?

1362Banish your dotage, banish vsurie,

1363That makes the Senate vgly.

13641 If after two dayes shine, Athens containe thee,

1365Attend our waightier Iudgement.

1366And not to swell our Spirit,

1367He shall be executed presently. Exeunt.

1368Alc. Now the Gods keepe you old enough,

1369That you may liue

1370Onely in bone, that none may looke on you.

1371I'm worse then mad: I haue kept backe their Foes

1372While they haue told their Money, and let out

1373Their Coine vpon large interest. I my selfe,

1374Rich onely in large hurts. All those, for this?

1375Is this the Balsome, that the vsuring Senat

1376Powres into Captaines wounds? Banishment.

1377It comes not ill: I hate not to be banisht,

1378It is a cause worthy my Spleene and Furie,

1379That I may strike at Athens. Ile cheere vp

1380My discontented Troopes, and lay for hearts;

1381'Tis Honour with most Lands to be at ods,

1382Souldiers should brooke as little wrongs as Gods. Exit.