Cur. I pray God he may prove himself innocent.
Just. Fie, say not so, you shew your self to be no good Common-wealths man: for the more are hang'd the better 'tis for the Common-wealth.
Moth. By this rule you were best hang your self.
Just. I forgive your honest mirth ever: Oh welcome, welcome Mark.
Enter Mark and Officers, with Mercury and the Wife.
Your Pen, Ink, and Paper, to take their examinations.
Mer. Why do you pull me so? I'll go alone.
Just. Let them stand, let them stand quietly, whilst they are examin'd?
Wife. What will you examine us of?
Just. Of Antonio's murther.