Cap. Murder of the duke’s kinsman, Signior Mendoza.
Ambo. Nothing else? We did it, we did it, we did it!
Cap. Take heed, gentlemen, what you confess.
Cla. I’ll confess anything, since I am made a fool by a knave. I’ll be hang’d like an innocent, that’s flat. 151
Rog. I’ll not see my shame. Hemp instead of a quacksalver. You shall put out mine eyes, and my head shall be bought to make ink-horns of.
Cap. You do confess the murder?
Cla. Sir, ’tis true,
Done by a faithless Christian and a Jew.
Cap. To prison with them; we will hear no further;
The tongue betrays the heart of guilty murther.
[Exeunt omnes.
[238] Old eds. “hyes.”