Middleton.
Terrible end!
Heywood.
O God!—he is quite gone!
Jacconot (aghast.)
'Twas dreadful—'twas! Christ help us! and lull him to sleep in's grave. I stand up for mine own nature none the less. (Voices without) What noise is that?
Enter Officers.
Chief Officer.
This is our man—ha! murder has been here! You are our prisoner—the gallows waits you!
Jacconot.