Franklin. I fear me he was murdered in this house 400
And carried to the fields; for from that place
Backwards and forwards may you see
The print of many feet within the snow.
And look about this chamber where we are,
And you shall find part of his guiltless blood;
For in his slipshoe did I find some rushes,
Which argueth he was murdered in this room.
Mayor. Look in the place where he was wont to sit.
See, see! his blood! it is too manifest.
Alice. It is a cup of wine that Michael shed. 410
Michael. Ay, truly.
Franklin. It is his blood, which, strumpet, thou hast shed.
But if I live, thou and thy ’complices
Which have conspired and wrought his death shall rue it.
Alice. Ah, Master Franklin, God and heaven can tell
I loved him more than all the world beside.
But bring me to him, let me see his body.
Franklin. Bring that villain and Mosbie’s sister too;
And one of you go to the Flower-de-luce,
And seek for Mosbie, and apprehend him too. 420
V. i. 58. Hilts is common for ‘hilt,’ e.g. in Malory and Shakespeare; ‘both his hilts’ is apparently an extension of this use. Locked I take to mean ‘crossed or clashed swords,’ with his adversary.
V. i. 105. game or two at tables: a sort of backgammon.