Sylv. [Squeaking.] Ah! [Exeunt Sylvia and Court.
Bloody-B. Yonder, yonder he comes; murder, murder, murder!
[Exeunt Bloody-Bones and Fourbin.
Enter Sir Davy Dunce.
Sir Dav. 'Tis very late; but murder is a melancholy business, and night is fit for't. I'll go home. [Knocks.
Ver. [Within.] Who's there?
Sir Dav. Who's there! open the door, you whelp of Babylon.
Ver. Oh, sir! you're welcome home; but here is the saddest news! here has been murder committed, sir.
Sir Dav. Hold your tongue, you fool, and go to sleep; get you in, do you hear? you talk of murder, you rogue? you meddle with state affairs? get you in. [Exit.