BRAND. Will ye or nill ye, zounds! ye must go in,
And never dine.
LADY B. What say'st thou I never dine!
BRAND. No—not with Blunt, I mean. Go in, I say;
Or by this hand ye get no meat to-day.
LADY B. My child is hungry: when shall he have meat?
BRAND. Why, and ye would go in, immediately.
LADY B. I will go in; but very much I doubt,
Nor I nor my poor boy shall e'er come out.
[Exeunt. He seems to lock a door.
BRAND. Ne'er, while ye live, i' faith! now are they sure.
Cry, till their hearts ache, no man can them hear.
A miserable death is famishment;
But what care I? The king commanded me.
[Exit.
SCENE II.
Alarum within: excursions: enter FITZWATER, BRUCE.