O. Thor. Keep oath with murderers! that were a conscience
To hold the devil in.
Frank. Nay, sir, I can describe ’em,
Shall show them as familiar as their names:
The taller of the two at this time wears
His satin doublet white, but crimson-lined,
Hose of black satin, cloak of scarlet—
O. Thor. Warbeck,
Warbeck, Warbeck!—do you list to this, sir?
Car. Yes, yes, I listen you; here’s nothing to be heard.
Frank. Th’ other’s cloak branched[443] velvet, black, velvet-lined his suit.
O. Thor. I have ’em already; Somerton, Somerton!
Binal revenge all this. Come, sir, the first work
Is to pursue the murderers, when we have
Removed these mangled bodies hence.
Car. Sir, take that carcass there, and give me this.
I will not own her now; she’s none of mine.
Bob me off with a dumb-show! no, I’ll have life.
This is my son too, and while there’s life in him,
’Tis half mine; take you half that silence for’t.—
When I speak I look to be spoken to:
Forgetful slut!
O. Thor. Alas, what grief may do now!
Look, sir, I’ll take this load of sorrow with me.
Car. Ay, do, and I’ll have this. [Exit Old Thorney with Susan in his arms.] How do you, sir?