I tell you that my tongue may hold its peace, but there is not a vein in all my frame but curses him. [Turns—sees Hardress; falls on his breast.] My boy! my boy!
Hard [L.] Mother, I entreat you to be calm. [Crosses to C.] Kyrle, there are my hands, do you think there is blood upon them?
[Kyrle seizes his hand—Gentlemen press round him, take his hand, and retire up.
Hard I thank you, gentlemen; your hands acquit me. Mother, be calm—sit there. [Points to chair, L.
Anne Come here, Hardress; your place is here by me.
Hard [R. C.] Now, sir, I am ready.
Corrig [L. of table.] I will lay before you, sir, the deposition upon which the warrant issues against the prisoner. Here is the confession of Daniel or Danny Mann, a person in the service of the accused, taken on his death-bed—in articulo mortis, you’ll observe.
O’Moore But not witnessed.
Corrig [Calling.] Bring in that woman.