Mat. Forbear base murtherer.
Rol. Forsake our Mother.
Sop. Mother, dost thou name me, and put'st off nature thus?
Rol. Forsake her traytour,
Or by the spouse of nature through hers
This leads unto thy heart.
Ot. Hold.
Sop. Hold me still.
Ot. For twenty hearts and lives I will not hazard
One drop of blood in yours.
Sop. Oh thou art lost then.
Ot. Protect my innocence, Heaven.
Sop. Call out murther.