Mer. I care not what you write, pray God you did not kill him for my love, though I am free from this, we both deserve—
Wife. Govern your tongue I pray you, all is well, my Husband lives, I know it, and I see him.
Just. They whisper, sever them quickly I say, Officers, why do you let them prompt one another, Gentlewoman, what say you to this, are not you guilty?
Wife. No, as I hope for mercy.
Just. But are not those circumstances true, that this Gentleman hath so shortly and methodically deliver'd?
Wife. They are, and what you do with me, I care not,
Since he is dead, in whom was all my care:
You knew him not.
Just. No, an't been better for you too, and you had never known him.
Wife. Why then you did not know the worlds chief joy,
His face so manly as it had been made,
To fright the world, yet he so sweetly temper'd;
That he would make himself a natural fool,
To do a noble [kind[n]ess] for a friend.
He was a man whose name I'll not out-live,
Longer than heaven, whose Will must be obey'd;
Will have me do.
Ant. And I will quit thy kindness.
Just. Before me, she has made the tears stand in mine eyes, but I must be austere, Gentlewoman; you must confess this murder.