MASTER.
I shall be glad to see it: sir, I’ll attend you.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VII. The same as Scene V.
SERVANT.
Oh I am scarce able to heave up my self:
Ha’s so bruizd me with his devilish weight,
And torn my flesh with his blood-hasty spur,
A man before of easy constitution
Till now hell’s power supplied, to his soul’s wrong.
Oh, how damnation can make weak men strong.
[Enter Master, and two servants.]
SERVANT.
Oh, the most piteous deed, sir, since you came.
MASTER.
A deadly greeting! has he somde up these
To satisfy his brother? here’s an other:
And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother.
WIFE.
Oh, oh.
MASTER.
Surgeons, Surgeons! she recovers life.
One of his men all faint and bloodied.
1 SERVANT.
Follow, our murderous master has took horse
To kill his child at nurse: oh, follow quickly.