Franklin. I am too sure; would God I were deceived.
Alice. Find out the murderers, let them be known.
Franklin. Ay, so they shall: come you along with us.
Alice. Wherefore? 390
Franklin. Know you this hand-towel and this knife?
Susan.—Ah, Michael, through this thy negligence
Thou hast betrayed and undone us all.
Michael.—I was so afraid I knew not what I did:
I thought I had thrown them both into the well.
Alice. It is the pig’s blood we had to supper.
But wherefore stay you? find out the murderers.
Mayor. I fear me you’ll prove one of them yourself.
Alice. I one of them? what mean such questions?