There we took
Their famous Hunters Honnyman and Orsbourn:
The last is slain, this is his bloody Scalp.
[Tossing it up.
3rd Warrior.
This is the bloody Hunter: This his Wife;
[Leading them forward, pinioned and tied together.
Philip.
Oh I could eat their Hearts, and drink their Blood,
Were they not Poison, and unfit for Dogs.
Here, you Blood-hunter, have you lost your Feeling?
You Tygress Bitch! You Breeder up of Serpents!
[Slapping Honnyman in the face, and kicking his wife.
Ponteach.
Stop—We must first consult which way to torture.
And whether all shall die—We will retire.