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The sixth Scene.
To them Kick-shaw.Fat.
'Tis needfull sir this man should be committed,
That being accus'd he may be soone produc't
Upon occasion.
Kick.
Me have no for to kill de man: de teefes have mine,
True; me take de jenteluman from de dushman and de Spaniard:
dat hurt de man, almost kill me but dat me beg pardon.
Rav.
I have lighted upon it.
Unto you all I do submit my selfe,
And what I shall discover. I confesse
I may seem not to merit a beliefe
That have already feign'd so many untruths:
But the officiousnesse of them consider'd
I hope you'l credit this. It was my cosin
Theophilus, that hurt me: But I know not
Whether 'twere chance or malice for this gentleman
Attempting rape upon your daughter sir,
I drew a pointlesse weapon I had got;
My cosins suddaine apprehention
Perhaps mad him suspect me: and not knowing
I meant a rescue of the gentlewoman
(Whose voice I heard, but could not through the mist
Discern her person) made his rash hand wound me;
Which for his sake I joy is not prov'd morrall,
Nor will I hope.
Fat.
I doe beleeve all this
For certaine truth. But why should you accuse
Another then?
Rav.
I did presume this man
Unknowne to any here was fled, nor would
Returne to take a punishment: and being
A stranger was not capable of shame.
Now my concealing who the actor was
Neither his danger nor disgrace would follow.
God.
Nephew I do admire thy love to him
So ill deserves it, and I now consider
What an injustice my election was.
Henceforth thou art mine heire. I will employ
A numerous search to find him that he may
Be punisht for his fact.
Rav.
By no meanes sir:
Call him not back; my wound may yet have danger;
And if he should returne to pay his life
Fat.
But he shall
To make you give the law a satisfaction
For all your villanies. Come forth my sonne,
For so he is sir.
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