Ast. It makes us hang our heads all.
Nor. A bold villain:
If there be treason in it: accuse poor Ladies?
And yet they may do mischief too: I'll be with ye:
If she be innocent, I shall find it quickly,
And something then I'll say.
Ast. Come, lean on us, Sir.
Nor. I thank ye Gentlemen: and Domine Doctor,
Pray bring a little sneezing powder in your pocket,
For fear I sound when I see [bloud].
Doct. You are pleasant. [Exeunt.
Scæna Quinta.
Enter two Marshals.
1. Are the Combatants come in? [The Scaffold set out, and the stairs.
2. Yes.
1. Make the field clear there.