Will. If he had been slain on the right side, and died comely with a love-lock as a gentleman should. But to perish by the false canting rebel that he served. He a traitor! My master! The innocentest youth alive. Why even I, that have some claim, could not find it in my heart to cheat him. It would have been an insult to my understanding to impose upon him that had no suspicions, and would leave out his doublet in the morning to be cleaned unemptied, when he had won uncounted pieces of gold at night—Alas! Alas!
Host. Come along, thou mayest as well drink; for weeping will not mend thee. Besides, I have something to tell thee about him and his brother Basil, and one Wyckoff, that hath left his score unpaid; but I cannot remember it just now.
[He takes him by the arm and leads him out, L.]
Enter BASIL, WALTON, and FLORENCE, R.
Basil. He is my half-brother, it is true; but shall he betray the true cause for that? Shall our consanguinity make me so weak?
Flor. Oh, Basil! you have said that you can save him— Save him that lov'd you well, that gave you all That was his own—
Bas. May curses light on him! Why should his sneaking face thus cross my love?
Flor. In Heaven alone I put my trust to save him; Profane my sight no longer, sir. Away!
Bas. You are right—Let him die—Tis I am wrong To save a traitor thus, a damned traitor—
Flor. Blasphemer, silence!