[Fry: strangled.
Dennis. I dare nowe Lodge him a whole night by my syster's syde, Hee's nowe past strompetting.
Lord Av. Tis night with him, A longe and lastinge night.
Denis. Hee lyes as quiet.
You did well, Fryare, to putt on your cleane linnen;
Twill serve you as a shrowde for a new grave.
Whither shall wee lyft his body?
Lord Av. I am on the suddeine Growne full of thoughts; the horror of the fact Breedes strange seditions in mee.
Denis. Hee perhapps But counterfetts dead sleep. I'l hollowe to him To see if I can wake him.
Lord Av. Trifle not;
The sinne will proove more serious. To a conscience
Startled with blood and murder, what a terror
Is in the deede, being doone, which bredd before
Boathe a delight and longing! This sadd spectacle
Howe itt affrights mee!
Denis. Letts remove itt then.
Lord Av. The sinne it self, the churches malediction,
As doone to one of a sequestred lyfe
And holly order, the lawes penalty,
Being duble forfeture of lyfe and state,
Reproach, shame, infamy, all these incur'd
Through my inconsiderate rashnes!
Denis. My lyfe, too. Howe to prevent the danger of all these?