SCENE VII. The same as Scene V.
SERVANT.
Oh I am scarce able to heave up my self:
Ha’s so bruizd me with his devilish weight,
And torn my flesh with his blood-hasty spur,
A man before of easy constitution
Till now hell’s power supplied, to his soul’s wrong.
Oh, how damnation can make weak men strong.
[Enter Master, and two servants.]
SERVANT.
Oh, the most piteous deed, sir, since you came.
MASTER.
A deadly greeting! has he somde up these
To satisfy his brother? here’s an other:
And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother.
WIFE.
Oh, oh.
MASTER.
Surgeons, Surgeons! she recovers life.
One of his men all faint and bloodied.
1 SERVANT.
Follow, our murderous master has took horse
To kill his child at nurse: oh, follow quickly.
MASTER.
I am the readiest, it shall be my charge
To raise the town upon him.
[Exit Master and servants.]
1 SERVANT. Good sir, do follow him.
WIFE.
Oh my children.
1 SERVANT. How is it with my most afflicted Mistress?
WIFE.
Why do I now recover? Why half live?
To see my children bleed before mine eyes?
A sight able to kill a mothers breast
Without an executioner! what, art thou
Mangled too?
1 SERVANT.
I, thinking to prevent what his quick mischiefs
Had so soon acted, came and rusht upon him.
We struggled, but a fouler strength then his
O’er threw me with his arms; then did me bruize me
And rent my flesh, and robd me of my hair,
Like a man mad in execution;
Made me unfit to rise and follow him.
WIFE.
What is it has beguild him of all grace
And stole away humanity from his breast?
To slay his children, purpose to kill his wife,
And spoil his servants.
[Enter two guards.]
AMBO.
Sir, please you leave this most accursed place,
A surgeon waits within.
WIFE.
Willing to leave it!
Tis guilty of sweet blood, innocent blood:
Murder has took this chamaber with full hands,
And will ne’er out as long as the house stands.
[Exeunt.]