Frank. Why, you almost anger me. Pray you be gone.
You have no company, and ’tis very early;
Some hurt may betide you homewards.
Sus. Tush! I fear none;
To leave you is the greatest hurt I can suffer:
Besides, I expect your father and mine own
To meet me back, or overtake me with you;
They began to stir when I came after you
I know they’ll not be long.
Frank. So! I shall have more trouble,—[The Dog rubs against him]—thank you for that:[441]
[Aside.] Then I’ll ease all at once. It is done now;
What I ne’er thought on.—You shall not go back.
Sus. Why, shall I go along with thee? sweet music!
Frank. No, to a better place.
Sus. Any place I;
I’m there at home where thou pleasest to have me.
Frank. At home? I’ll leave you in your last lodging;
I must kill you.
Sus. O, fine! you’d fright me from you.
Frank. You see I had no purpose; I’m unarmed;
’Tis this minute’s decree, and it must be:
Look, this will serve your turn. [Draws a knife.