Ven. Sister!
Ver. My shame! art thou there?
Ven. O sister, can it be
A prince's blood should stain that white hand?
Ambo. Hear us.
Ant. No, no, no, hear me: 'twas I cried murder;
Because I have found them both stain'd with the deed
They would have throttled me.
Lor. Hear us: by all——
Mil. Upon your lives, be silent. Speak on, sir:
Had they both hands in our son's blood?
Ant. Two hands apiece, sir.
I have sifted it: they both have kill'd the prince;
But this is the chief murderer. Please you, give me audience;
Ye shall wonder at the manner how they kill'd him.
Mil. Silence!
Ant. He came first to this woman, and (truth's truth)
He would have lain with her.