Spu. Slave! so dost thou.
4th Noble. Base villain! hast thou slain my lord and master?
Enter the first men.
Ven. Pistols! treason! murder! Help! guard my lord the duke!
Hip. Lay hold upon these traitors.
Lus. O!
Ven. Alas! the duke is murder'd.
Hip. And the nobles.
Ven. Surgeons! surgeons! Heart! does he breathe so long? [Aside.
Ant. A piteous tragedy! able to make[118]
An old man's eyes bloodshot.