Bravo. Look, where the ghost appears, his wounds fresh-bleeding!
He frowns, and threatens me; [O,] could the substance
Do nothing, and will shadows revenge?
Lor. 'Tis strange,
This was a fearful murder.
Bravo. Do not stare so,
I can look big too; all I did unto thee
'Twas by another's instigation:
There be some that are as deep in as myself;
Go and fright them too.
Moc. Beshrew him for his counsel! [Aside.
Lor. What a just judgment's here! 'Tis an old saying,
Murder will out; and 'fore it shall lie hid,
The authors will accuse themselves.
Bravo. Now he vanishes;
Dost thou steal from me, fearful spirit? See
The print of his footsteps!
Moc. That ever my lust should be the parent to so foul a sin!
[Aside.
Bravo. He told me that his horrid tragedy
Was acted over every night in hell,
Where sad Erinnys, with her venom'd face,
Sits[363] a spectatrix, black with the curls of snakes,
That lift their speckled heads above their shoulders,
And, thrusting forth their stings, hiss at their entrance;
And that serves for an applause.
Moc. How can you have the heart to look upon him? pray let me go,
I feel a looseness in my belly.