Lor. Stay there; I know not how I shall be censured for your escape. I may be thought a party in the business.
Luc. Besides, I hear since that the mercenary varlet that did it, though he be otherwise most desperate and hardened in such exploits, yet out of the apprehension of so unjust an act, and moved in conscience for so foul a guilt, is grown distracted, raves out of measure, confesses the deed, accuses himself and the procurer, curses both, and will by no means be quieted.
Lor. Where is that fellow?
Luc. Sir, if you please to accompany me, I will bring you to him, where your own eye and ear shall witness the certainty; and then, I hope, you will repent that ever you sought to tie me to such a monster as this, who preferred the heat of his desires before all laws of nature or humanity.
Lor. Yes, that I will, and gratulate the subtlety of thy wit, and goodness of fate, that protected thee from him.
Æmi. Away with him, husband: and be sure to beg his lands betimes, before your court-vultures scent his carcase.
Lor. Well said, wife; I should never have thought on this now, and thou had'st not put me in mind of it: women, I see, have the only masculine policy, and are the best solicitors and politicians of a state. But I'll first go and see him my daughter tells me of, that, when I am truly informed of all, I may the better proceed in my accusation against them. Come along, sir.
Moc. Well, if you are so violent, I'm as resolute: 'tis but a hanging matter, and do your worst. [Exeunt.
Enter Bravo and Boy.