While they are conversing in a low tone, enter at one door Carter and Katherine, at the other the Dog, pawing softly at Frank.
Kath. I have run madding up and down to find you,
Being laden with the heaviest news that ever
Poor daughter carried.
Car. Why? is the boy dead?
Kath. Dead, sir!
O, father, we are cozened: you are told
The murderer sings in prison, and he laughs here.
This villain killed my sister see else, see,
[Takes up his vest, and shows the knife to her father, who secures it.
A bloody knife in’s pocket!
Car. Bless me, patience!
Frank. [Seeing them.] The knife, the knife, the knife!
Kath. What knife? [Exit the Dog.
Frank. To cut my chicken up, my chicken;
Be you my carver, father.