Fra. Who's within there?
Fred. So now you have made a fair hand.
Jac. Why?
Fred. You have kill'd me— [Fall as kill'd.
Clor. Call in some Officers, and stay the Captain.
Jac. You shall not need.
Clor. This is your drunkenness.
Fra. O me, unhappy Brother, Frederick,
Look but upon me, do not part so from me,
Set him a little higher, he is dead.
Clora. O villain, villain.
Enter Fabritio, and Servants.