PYE. Now must I close secretly with the Soldier, prevent his impatience, or else all’s discovered.
WIDOW. O lamentable seeing! these were those Brothers, that fought and bled before our door.
SIR GODFREY.
What, they were not, Sister?
SKIRMISH.
George, look toot, I’ll peach at Tyburn else.
PYE.
Mum,—Gentles all, vouchsafe me audience, and you especially,
Master Sheriff:
Yon man is bound to execution,
Because he wounded this that now lies coffined?
SHERIFF.
True, true; he shall have the law,—and I know the law.
PYE. But under favour, Master Sheriff, if this man had been cured and safe again, he should have been released then?
SHERIFF.
Why make you question of that, Sir?
PYE. Then I release him freely, and will take upon me the death that he should die, if within a little season, I do not cure him to his proper health again.
SHERIFF.
How Sir? recover a dead man?
That were most strange of all.