Heaven, I ask thee remission of my sinnes,
Not of my paines: husband, O help me, husband!
Ascendit Frier with a sword drawne.
Fri. What rape of honour and religion![155]
O wrack of nature! Falls and dies.
Tam. Poore man! O, my father!
Father, look up! O, let me downe, my lord,
And I will write.
Mont. Author of prodigies!
What new flame breakes out of the firmament