Ay, and he did not use his sword on me,
Mark that, nor I on him—give me my staff.
Alas, alas! and I with no strength left
To wield it, only as I halt along,
Feeling about with it to find a grave,
And knocking at deaf earth to let me in.[6]
Guil. Nay, calm yourself,
The population of the place is up
After the criminal.
Urr. And to what purpose?