Fath. For she will scratch and kick, and scream so loud
That people will be drawn to rescue her.
Ang. Why? none can hear her here but her own maid,
Who is as fast as she.
Fath. But in the street?
Ang. Why, we will take 'em both into the Kitchen,
There bind 'em, and then gag 'em, and then throw 'em
Into a Coach I'll bring to the back-door,
And hurry 'em away.
Fath. It shall be so,
I owe you much for this, and I may pay you,
There is your Sword, lay hold upon her quickly,
This way with me, thou disobedient Child,
Why does thy stubborn heart beat at thy breast?
Let it be still, for I will have it search'd
Till I have found a Well of living tears
Within it, that shall spring out of thine eyes,
And flow all o'r thy Body foul'd with sin,
Till it have wash'd it quite without a stain. [They drag her.
Lel. Help, help, ah! ah!
Murther, I shall be murthered, I shall be murthered.
Fath. This helps thee not.
Lel. Basely murthered, basely.
Fath. I warrant you. [Exeunt.