Kath. O, thou merciless slave!
She was—though yet above ground—in her grave
To me; but thou hast torn it up again—
Mine eyes, too much drowned, now must feel more rain.
Car. Fetch officers.
[Exit Katherine and Servants with the body of Susan.
Frank. For whom?
Car. For thee, sirrah, sirrah! Some knives have foolish posies upon them, but thine has a villainous one; look! [Showing the bloody knife.] O, it is enamelled with the heart-blood of thy hated wife, my belovèd daughter! What sayest thou to this evidence? is’t not sharp? does’t not strike home? Thou canst not answer honestly and without a trembling heart to this one point, this terrible bloody point.
Win. I beseech you, sir,
Strike him no more; you see he’s dead already.
Car. O, sir, you held his horses; you are as arrant a rogue as he: up go you too.
Frank. As you’re a man, throw not upon that woman
Your loads of tyranny, for she is innocent.
Car. How! how! a woman! Is’t grown to a fashion for women in all countries to wear the breeches?