Wee'l quit the house and ask ye mercie too: Good Ladie, let no murther be done here; We came but to parly.

Cacus indeede, my Lord, crie you mercie.

O cry thee mercie, good Neophilus; Give him five hundred sesterces for amends.

For Thurstons life I offer myne, which if it be to meane To appease your Justice, let it satisfie Your mercie.

Seeing his fault, hee'l taste your mercie best, When now he proudly thinkes he is opprest.

My disgrace Was wrong sufficient to tempt mercie, yet Cause twas my owne