_ I was born to be hang'd, there's no avoiding it.
_Guio._ And dar'st thou with this impudence appear here?
Walk like the winding sheet my Son was put in,
Stand with those wounds?
_Dua._ I am happy now again;
Happy the hour I fell, to find a Mother,
So pious, good, and excellent in sorrows.
_Enter a_ Servant.
_Ser._ The Governour's come in.
_Guio._ O let him enter.
_Rut._ I have fool'd my self a fair thred of all my fortunes,
This strikes me most; not that I fear to perish,
But that this unmannerly boldness has brought me to it.
_Enter_ Governour, Clodio, Charino.
_Gov._ Are these fit preparations for a wedding Lady?
I came prepar'd a guest.
_Guio._ O give me justice;
As ever you will leave a vertuous name,
Do justice, justice, Sir.
_Gove._ You need not ask it,
I am bound to it.
_Guio._ Justice upon this man
That kill'd my Son.
_Gove._ Do you confess the act?
_Rut._ Yes Sir.
_Clod._ _Rutilio_?
_Char._ 'Tis the same.
_Clod._ How fell he thus?
Here will be sorrow for the good _Arnoldo_.
_Gove._ Take heed Sir what you say.
_Rut._ I have weigh'd it well,
I am the man, nor is it life I start at;
Only I am unhappy I am poor,
Poor in expence of lives, there I am wretched,
That I have not two lives lent me for his sacrifice;
One for her Son, another for her sorrows.
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