MUCEDORUS.
Segasto, cease! these threats are needless.
Accuse not me of murther, that have done
Nothing but in mine own defence.
SEGASTO.
Nay, shepherd, reason not with me;
I’ll manifest thy fact unto the King,
Whose doom will be thy death, as thou deserv’st.
What ho, Mouse, come away!
Enter Mouse.
MOUSE.
Why, how now, what’s the matter? I thought you would be calling before I had done.
SEGASTO.
Come, help, away with my friend.
MOUSE.
Why, is he drunk? Cannot he stand on his feet?
SEGASTO.
No, he is not drunk, he is slain.
MOUSE.
Flain? No, by’r Lady, he is not flain.
SEGASTO.
He’s killed, I tell thee.
MOUSE.
What do you use to kill your friends? I will serve you no longer.