Sop. Oh part 'em, part 'em.
Aub. For Heavens sake no more.
Ot. No more resist his fury, no rage can
Add to his mischief done. [Dyes.
Sop. Take spirit my Otto,
Heaven will not see thee dye thus.
Mat. He is dead, and nothing lives but death of every goodness.
Sop. Oh he hath slain his Brother, curse him heaven.
Rol. Curse and be cursed, it is the fruit of cursing,
Latorch, take off here, bring too, of that blood
To colour o're my shirt, then raise the Court
And give it out how he attempted us
In our bed naked: shall the name of Brother
Forbid us to inlarge our state and powers?
Or place affects of blood above our reason?
That tells us all things good against another,
Are good in the same line against a Brother. [Exit.
Enter Gisbert, Baldwin.
Gis. What affairs inform these out-cries?
Aub. See and grieve.