Con. Sir, we must enter: here he is. I charge you Asist us to lay hold on him.
Lady. Why, how now, Fellowes? what makes you presse in here thus rudely? Whom do you follow?
Con. Madam, Ime sorry my authority
Enforces me to doe it: your sonn iust now
Has slaine one Mr. Thurstone, and the law
Commaunds us apprehend him.
Y. M. Here take my sword:
When I but doe waigh the iustnes of the cause
For which I suffer, though I could escape,
My Conscience would forbid me. Come, Ile goe
Whither you please.
Lady. Stay, officers; all accessaries are
As liable to punishment for murder
As those who act it. I confesse twas I
Enforcd my son to slay that gentleman.
Your warrant extends to take me with him.
Tho. Alas, beleive her not; greife for her sonne Has made her franticke.
Lady. By heaven tis truth!
If you refuse to execute your office
I shall confesse my act unto the Judg
And soe condemne you of partiality.
My Sonn knowes this is truth.
Y. M. I must acknowledge Mr. Alexander oft did instigate me To kill him.
Con. Sir, you must clere your selfe of this.
Alex. Who? I? Goe, take the babe from its Mothers teat and taxe him with this crime. I accessary to a murder! goe to.