[They loose them from each other.
Philip.
This Brat is in our Way, I will dispatch it.
[Offering to snatch the sucking infant.
Mrs. Honnyman.
No, my dear Babe shall in my Bosom die;
There is its Nourishment, and there its End.
Philip.
Die both together then, 'twill mend the Sport;
Tie the other to his Father, make a Pair;
Then each will have a Consort in their Pains;
Their sweet Brats with them, to increase the Dance.
[They are tied down, facing each other upon their knees, and their backs to the stakes.
Warrior.