JUS. Ay, but who sold the poison unto him?
That must be likewise known; speak, schoolmaster.
AMIN. A man verbosus, that was a fine generosus;
He was a great guller, his name I take to be Fuller;
See where he stands, that unto my hands convey'd a powder;
And, like a knave, sent her to her grave, obscurely to shroud her.
JUS. Lay hands on him; are you a poison-seller?
Bring him before us: sirrah, what say you?
Sold you a poison to this honest man?
FUL. I sold no poison, but I gave him one
To kill his rats?
JUS. Ha, ha! I smell a rat.
You sold him poison then to kill his rats?
The word to kill argues a murd'rous mind;
And you are brought in compass of the murder
So set him by, we will not hear him speak:
That Arthur, Fuller, and the schoolmaster,
Shall by the judges be examined.
ANS. Sir, if my friend may not speak for himself,
Yet let me his proceedings justify.
JUS. What's he that will a murther justify?
Lay hands on him, lay hands on him, I say;
For justifiers are all accessories,
And accessories have deserved to die.
Away with him! we will not hear him speak;
They all shall to the High Commissioners.
Enter MISTRESS ARTHUR.
MRS ART. Nay, stay them, stay them yet a little while!
I bring a warrant to the contrary;
And I will please all parties presently.
Y. ART. I think my wife's ghost haunts me to my death;
Wretch that I was, to shorten her life's breath!