[Exit Keeper.]
First Jailer. Oh, he is bold, and blushes not at death.
Essex. Avaunt thou hateful villain, get thee gone!
First Jailer. There’s the great traitor.
Second Jailer. Ingrateful fox, ’tis he.
First Jailer. Bind fast his corky arms.
Essex. Help,—help,—help,—help!
Here’s a man would murder me. Help,—help,—help!
I will not struggle, I will stand stone still.
First Jailer. Bind him, I say.
Second Jailer. Hard, hard! O filthy traitor!