BUT. They are your brothers and alliance, sir.
SCAR. They are like full ordnance then who, once discharg'd,
Afar off give a warning to my soul,
That I have done them wrong.
SIR WIL. Kinsman.
BRO. AND SIS. Brother.
KATH. Husband.
CHIL. Father.
SCAR. Hark, how their words like bullets shoot me thorough,
And tell me I have undone them: this side might say,
We are in want, and you are the cause of it;
This points at me, y'are shame unto your house:
This tongue says nothing, but her looks do tell
She's married, but as those that live in hell:
Whereby all eyes are but misfortune's pipe,
Fill'd full of woe by me: this feels the stripe.
BUT. Yet look, sir,
Here's your brothers hand in hand, whom I have knit so.
SIS. And look, sir, here's my husband's hand in mine,
And I rejoice in him, and he in me.
SIR WIL. I say, cos, what is pass'd is the way to bliss,
For they know best to mend, that know amiss.