[Find him.]
ALL.
Here, here: yonder, yonder.
MASTER.
Unnatural, flinty, more than barbarous:
The Scythians or the marble hearted fates
Could not have acted more remorseless deeds
In their relentless natures, then these of thine:
Was this the answer I long waited on,
The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother?
HUSBAND.
Why, he can have no more on’s then our skins,
And some of em want but fleaing.
1 GENTLEMAN. Great sins have made him imprudent.
MASTER.
H’as shed so much blood that he cannot blush.
2 GENTLEMAN.
Away with him, bear him a long to the Justices;
A gentleman of worship dwells at hand;
There shall his deeds be blazed.
HUSBAND.
Why, all the better.
My glory tis to have my action known:
I grieve for nothing, but I mist of one.
MASTER.
There’s little of a father in that grief:
Bear him away.
[Exeunt.]