Col. As your soul Sir.
Mir. Softly good friend, take her into your armes.
Nor. Put in the crust again.
Mir. And bring her out there when I am a horseback
My man, and I will tenderly conduct her
Unto the Fort; stay you, and watch what issue,
And what inquirie's for the body.
Nor. Well Sir.
Mir. And when ye have done, come back to me.
Nor. I will.
Mir. Softly, oh softly.
Nor. She grows warmer still Sir.
Col. What shall I do with the Key?