Anto. Her Death both staggers, and amazes me!
Are these Dead too?
Ped.Not yet, my Lord, I am not.
Your Sword hath left me some small time for Prayers,
And it had need; for I believe few Souls
Can be assur’d to find their way to heav’n
Without more warning to begin their Journey.
But yet I do not find much cause for doubt.
Anto. Nay, if thou’st hopes, by that I do conjure thee
Tell me, what brought thee hither?
Ped.The Nurses madness;
She call’d me from my Bed, and told me, Flora
Was sent to bid me come unto my Lady,
Which though I scarce believ’d, yet I did do’t.
Anto. Why did you say it was her madness did it?
Ped. My Lady said she was so, for she came
Not long before shreeking into this Chamber,
So as you enter’d I was going down
To lock her up till morning in some Room:
This, as I hope for heav’n, my Lord, is true.
Anto. Then ’tis as true, that I must never hope for it,
For I have kill’d a Wife of such obedience—
But hold, I’le pump the Nurse—who set her on
To tell me this.
[Enter Nurse frighted.
Nurse. O! whether will you drive me!
Be gone, be gone!
Anto. Here, here she comes, I’le make her tell me all.