BRA. What! hath he yielded? if he had withstood us,
This curtle-axe of mine had cleft his head;
Resist he durst not, when he once spied me.
Come, lead him hence: how lik'st thou this, sweet witch?
This fellow's death will make our mistress rich.
MRS SPLAY. I say, I care not who's dead or alive,
So by their lives or deaths we two may thrive.
HUGH. Come, bear him away.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
A Room, in Justice Season's House.
Enter JUSTICE REASON, OLD MASTER ARTHUR, and OLD MASTER LUSAM.
JUS. Old Master Arthur and Master Lusam, so
It is that I have heard both your complaints,
But understood neither, for, you know,
Legere et non intelligere negligere est.
O. ART. I come for favour, as a father should,
Pitying the fall and ruin of his son.
O. LUS. I come for justice, as a father should,
That hath by violent murder lost his daughter.